Sweet juices began to flow freely as he played her clit like a well-tuned instrument, making it throb and sing to the thumping of her heart. Her nails...scored his shoulders in wanton display as she instinctively pressed him closer. “Oh Vince, god yes,” she whispered into the night air of their bedroom.Licking down, Vince’s tongue stiffened and plunged between the swollen lips of his wife’s succulent cunt, fucking it deep as she arched up wantonly. He could feel her walls clamping down,. He moved toward his mother, and Sarah’s body trembled. She peeked from lowered lashes and saw her son’s cock pushing at his pants. The blush deepened on her creamy cheeks.“You’ve been playing naughty, Mom,” her son said.Jimmy waited, but she didn’t say anything. His cock was lurching inside his pants, and his balls were full and hot. Since his mother had surprised him that evening a week ago, he had been wanting more, but didn’t know how to approach her. He had sensed her embarrassment about. There was a considerable mount of spit and precum on her pretty face. Her thoughts were of dread, how she wished they had never left the house and just waited until the morning. She was always rocked back and fourth by Dylan and by now her cunt was red and swollon, this whole thing had been so horrible. She felt like a sex toy for these guys, and with the abusive words coming from them she was begining to believe it. There was absolutely no pleasure for Cindy, every minute was an horendous. “I want to get out of these heels,” she said and slipped off her shoes. Chris followed her into her living room and they faced each other. “Put that hat on,” he said. She complied and he regarded her. “God, you are gorgeous. You look like you stepped out of some time warp, but from what era I can’t tell. Maybe several at once. That blouse looks so supple.”“It’s a nightgown,” she replied, “done in the style of a Victorian poet’s shirt ... a short gown, the hem comes to about here.” She pointed.