Fuck your son’s mouth with your twat, baby. Feed him your fuck juices.”Jennifer didn’t have to be told twice. She put her legs over his shoulder... and locked them around his upper back. Then she started humping her son’s face, forcing her own drooling pussy tighter against his face, her slit tighter against his mouth and tongue.Tim from his position enjoyed the view. He saw two beautiful tits, and further away he saw a big brown bush of pubic hair and his son’s face behind it like a sun setting. I’m good, but I’m no longer eighteen years old.”“Oh, well. We do what we can.” Joyce took Molly Anne’s hand. “To the bed, dear.” They positioned themselves at the edge, making possible all sorts of maneuvers. Joyce’s fingers explored her clothing. “I’m going to open just enough for access to all my interesting parts. Feel free to go beyond that.”Prune juice may be drink of warriors, but prune wrinkle isn’t heroicTub sessions are lovely, but they do tend to wind up when people begin to feel. J then ordered us to take our pants off. After a little protest, she insisted. We both stood up and removed our pants which showed our hard cocks. Both of us had precum oozing out of the tips, and J remarked about this. John and I both grabbed our closest tit and began massaging them and rubbing the nipples. J said she was so fucking horny and grabbed each of our cocks. She rubbed the precum into the heads and it was quite slippery at first. She asked me to grab the lube out of my sides end. “Please, please don’t hurt me!” I said feeling slightly pathetic…………. “Or my dog!” I added. I turned and tried to move away only for the man called Phil to suddenly stand in my way with his hands up in front of me. As I felt one man behind me Phil suddenly placed his hands on my chest, feeling my soft breasts through the material of my top and bra. I suddenly had a spark of confidence and looked directly at him.“Listen to me! Please leave me alone and I won’t tell anyone. Okay?” I tried.