And their lives seemed to be completelydifferent. I studied the interactions between mother and girl. Thelittle one was sitting quietly right next to...her mother, smiling and withmovements and facial expressions asking for the parents' approval. Incontrast, my guys seemed to decide everything by themselves. And I keptrunning after them trying to calm them down. There just had to be donesomething with this. And I was so fascinated by these families havingdaughters. Were these differences. “fuck me, baby! Harder!”Her words spurred him on, and she knew he had to be close—that constantly observant part of her marveled that he’d made it this far already—but he was holding back, and she understood when his eyes met hers in the dimness.“do you want to make me come?”He nodded, biting his lip.“then fuck me here, too.” she pressed a hand between her breasts, and he groaned, pressing his face against her neck, hiding from everything that had been and was being revealed, moment by moment.. As I fished them from the jeans, I held them to my nose and WHAM?I was hooked. While her scent was slightly different from my wife?s, there was something highly erotic about smelling her day old cunt juice on her panties. My cock hardened at just the thought then I started rubbing her silky little panties over my manhood. I knew that this petite, 50 year old had had a boob job years and years ago, but the way she dressed, you still had to use your imagination?..until now. I picked up her bra. .. and I want to feel it dripping out of me. Please, Professor.”My arse closes tight around his cock as he drives it into me. His breath is jagged and heavy now and I arch my back so he can plunge deeper. Ever the gentleman, he moves a hand between my legs and finds my wet clit, rubbing it as he slaps hard against me.He comes a few seconds before me, pulses once inside me and then pulls out, leaving the rest of his cum in between my cheeks. I moan as he spreads it over my arse and pussy,.