The sight and sound of your mother’s pleasure is driving you crazy, but you dare not begin jerking off while standing there.Your father slows the pa...e of his thrusts but he increases the force of them, really fucking her hard. He draws his hips back, almost pulling his cock completely out of her before he slams it all the way back in. You see your mother wince and she whimpers from the powerful thrusts in her pussy. Your father raises himself up on his arms, allowing him to add further weight. Helen said thejocks sister was a real bitch too, she was fifteen andshe made Helen strip naked for all her little friendsand play with herself for the little bastards, besidesmaking Helen eat her pussy and Helen said the littlebitch pissed on her a few times because it amused herto do it to Helen.While Helen was telling me this I got the distinctimpression that this dyke jock did a hellvabrainwashing job on Helen, because when Helen wastelling me how she took care of the jock and herfriends, it. You boys areworse than dogs with their tails."Loren laughed. "Does Peter know your theory on erections? He might bewise to learn to hide his."Kathleen smiled wickedly. "Oh, he hasn't had any tonight, I can assureyou that. Not without this," she said, flipping her wrist over andshowing them a key which hung from the bracelet on her wrist."What's that?"Kathleen blushed, but simultaneously her smile widened. "The poor dearwas terrified something might spring up, so to speak, so we bought. I lay on my back thinking of him sending my brain in to overdrive, my hand slid over my tummy to my pussy. My legs parted automatically, feeling my lips I rubbed them gently as Paul slept. I wanted to see his manhood again, whizzed through my brain, my other hand wandered across the bed. Paul was on his back, not wanting to wake him, my hand moved and lifted the sheet until I was over his manhood.Lowering my hand, I felt it, all soft but big like a Cumberland sausage, my hand worked harder on.