Her warmth pressing against my hardness sends streams of pleasure signals throughout my body.I lift her up while still inside of her and get off the c...uch to turn around. It’s my turn to pound her! I lay her down and slowly thrust in and out of her, and between her moans, Erica begins to match the rhythm of my hips. The sensation of me sliding in and out of her pussy is overwhelming. I know that I’m not going to last long as I could feel a stirring sensation in my balls. I hold onto her. Now Russel was feeling the growing larger and thicker base of George’s cock and looking at his continuously growing length which had positively reached 10, maybe 11 inches at least. Russel was kind of envious, maybe even jealous of the black cocks, often known to be long, thick and stronger than most others but he was loving to have one of his own to play with and enjoy. A thought in his mind was definitely bothering him, if he would be able to take the whole thing into his mouth and why in his. “Go on, kid! Eat it!” said Bill. “Have some of your Mom’s hair-pie!” I could feel Mom tense up and try to squeeze her legs together as I leaned forward and ran my tongue up the length of her crack. Then I began to lick and suck Mom’s cunt in earnest, incredibly turned on by the fact that I was actually eating out my own mother. Gradually I could feel her relax as I gently probed the folds of her twat. Pretty soon Mom began to make low moaning noises and when. ."Over the next half hour Ruthie tried to explain what had been going on between her and her mother since she had entered the university. For the first time in six years she had the opportunity to enjoy a break from going to church. She did not have to spend her Wednesday nights and Sundays listening to apocalyptic sermons and psychotic rants. She did not have to "fake it"; she did not have to act like she believed in something that she had quit believing in three years before. She did not have.