Time spent with my parents was usually very hard for me, and it often resulted in at least one shouting match as they called into question my life and...career choices. But Miranda’s capacity for frivolous conversation, her ability to understand and engage my parents’ strong religious views, her ease at interpreting their behavior for me, and of course her soothing physical presence – it all served to help me feel calmer and, in general, happier. I think my mother, especially, enjoyed having. Minutes later, we whipped into the drive at the farm. The road got a little rougher and the motion of the truck added a side to side sway to the jogging motion. I would have sworn the heat coming from her thighs and ass increased more and more. It couldn’t have been more like fucking if they had been in a bed. Just when he was about to blow his load all over, they turned into the farm drive and the truck rolled to a stop.“There,” said Dad, “that wasn’t so bad, was it?”“I thought it worked out. " Now, I've been kinda lusting after Mark since I first met him when I was 15 and he was 13. I don't even hesitate. Dave in the room or not, I don't care! I edge over to put my crotch right up against his ass and reach around to his front, between his legs. To my surprise, he has undone his pants, pulled them and his briefs down, and his cock is hard as a rock. But SOFT. I'd NEVER felt an erect penis with such soft skin! I'd only played with his slim 6 inch dick for a few short minutes before. Bastian rocked his hips back a little, bringinghis cock head to my labia lips, and Ed held on as Bastian rocked forward. The huge cock head pressed against my labia, and my fat pussy lips finally yielded, allowing thehead to pop into my tight vagina. Ed then pulled his hand away as Bastian began rocking back andforth pushing even more of his black cock into me. I was just starting to get adjusted to the thicknesswhen another new experience began for me. Ayana had been kneeling behind my head.