My Dad brought his right palm on her boobs and started kneading it very caringly while my aunt sighed .She was moaning , chaira chaira , naa sondallu ...eedhe raa , mee annki dhaan ruchi sooseke adrusttum ledra. ( Do it, do it, my boobs are yours, your brother has no luck to taste it.)She brought her right palm on the back of his right palm , supporting him to press really hard. She was just swaying while my Dad rested his cock in between her bums.He caressed her further down on her navel , belly. " "Dawn, you made me hard then and you are doing it again now." "I want to make you harder." For our next date we planned a casual snack, but Dawn asked if we could just skip food and find a quiet place to park. We found a nearby, nearly empty parking lot. We had agreed that unless and until we decided to fuck we would not spend money on a room. Save it for then. I stopped, shut off the engine and turned to her, but she was already climbing into the back seat. Very practical, I thought. Direct.. She found the padded table to be more like a bed. She thought it surprisingly comfortable. Her son continued to finger his birthplace. Diana was shocked at how much she was enjoying her son's touch but told herself this was all part of the process. It didn't really mean anything. She sighed in pleasure as her son began to unknowingly encircle her clitoris. She was beginning to melt. Things were getting a little too weird for Diane. She was glad her son was gaining confidence in his sexuality. I was playing with her wonderful tits and she was loving it. She eventually realized that blood flow had returned to my cock and dropped to suck it to full mast. I tried to turn her for 69, but she would have nothing to do with that. I assumed it was since I had just cum in her. Okay, enjoy the moment and don't ask questions. She slurped away and before long I was spurting in her mouth. Exhausted, we drifted off to dreamland.I awoke first, probably because of the need to relieve myself of the.