To Monique’s credit she knew it wasn’t the kids fault. Sure she yelled and screamed at them when they would annoy her while she was on the phone t... her friends talking about boys, or worse on the phone talking to boys themselves. Or when she was trying to get homework done. Of course they never had homework so they wouldn’t understand, weren’t even old enough to go to school yet. But she still tried to be nice to them. It wasn’t their fault she had a stupid Mother who insisted on bringing them. It was difficult to penetrate and so tight so I moved my hand forward slightly and dove my finger into the depths of her pussy meeting her own, hoping to pick up the lubrication I’d need. Eleanor squealed as I did this and shot her mouth forward attaching itself to the side of my cock just below my pumping fist. She slobbered and licked around the shaft as she bucked her hips trying to force more of my hand into her. I gave her a few strokes before removing my finger and taking it straight. When I shift backward, he presses against my vaginal ceiling, hitting that spot that gives me so much joy. When I push forward, he bulges against my rear membrane, and sends gleeful pings into my taint. I start to gain my confidence. I move back and forth, and add a circular gyration to the pattern. John’s head falls backward against the bench, and he lets out a groan of approval. I giggle lustfully, and continue my circular dance. My abdomen flexes in waves, my diaphragm heaves in strained. I have brought a bottle today since parents are not home.Me: (I was like where is this thing going?) Yup sure. (In a rather shocked tone)She went and fetched a bottle of Bacardi black with two glasses and a bottle of water. She prepared the peg and soon we were 3 pegs down and she prepared the 4th peg.Me: Are you sure you can take one more shot?R: Yup pretty sure. Can’t you?Me: Yes I can. Make it raw. Don’t add water.R: That’s how I like it.We took two more shots and she was rather too high.R:.