John stopped. dumbass jock. All muscle and no brain. Maybe he could use his mind to escape, not in a psychic sense of course. But unlike the jock he h...d gotten used to the sight of death and so was able to keep calm. John slowed his breathing. Took deep breaths and tried to ignore the ache rising in his biceps. Ok. He was suspended roughly three inches above a grinder, dropping down more than three inches would mean that he’d have significant trouble walking for the rest of his life. Anymore. I thought I was going to scream. ‘Easy, Anita’, Samuel said as he pulled out a little. I could feel my pussy juices coming out in a full discharge now. John kept himself all the way in but lay still, as Samuel started slow strokes putting a little more in with each thrust. What had been a little pain was now wonderful. I tried to move my pussy as I would usually do when fucking but then I found letting the guys do the work was much better. When Samuel was finally all the way in, the feeling. He imagined her voice saying “I love your cock Jack”. When she turned, her tits came into full view again. Jack’s left hand reached into his waist band to ease the pressure and straighten his rapidly growing erection. The tip of his cock peeked uncomfortably out the top. She was still searching; he lowered his suit just enough to massage the tip. She was facing the bottom again and he watched her ass as she slowly kicked. Something caught his eye. Miri’s top was wedged in the rocks just a few. I was very proud of my achievements. She turned over and opened her legs. "How many times have we made love now?" I asked. "Three, but I sucked you off when you took a little nap, so three and a half," she answered with a big smile suddenly illuminating her beautiful face. It was still very youthful even as she was nearing her late forties. "I love you," I said. "I love you,' Mom responded. The fading late afternoon sun washed over our naked bodies, entangled on the blanket. She holds my.