Kevin's thighs slapping against his mother's ass was rapid and loud. Their breathing was rhythmic and heavy. "Oh my god..." Candy was whispering in...o his ear. "I hope she can hear us...I wish I was eating her fucking pussy right now..." she bit his ear and continued taking his thick cock. Down stairs, Megan was waking up. She thought she had imagined it at first, but there was no doubt that she was listening to her mother getting fucked. It was definitely coming from her mom's bedroom,. .. it’s not that I don’t love him, it’s just that it’s a hassle having to deal with the darn kid, his dad should keep him all week and “pass” him to me Friday so that I could take him out Saturday and Sunday showing him “how good of a person I am” and that come Monday it would be his dad that would have to deal with him the rest of the week and that it would be him who would have to deal with all his childish crap and be the “bad guy”, I would like to pass him the child support each month and. She repressed the pain and also her being a slave and just pretended to be addicted to sperm. She licked and sucked as well as the ring gag would allow and directed all the sperm into her bloodstream.She didn't have a watch, but she could still tell the time. She was just with the third group of bastards and her shift would go on for another two hours. At her pace, she would still get about two hundred milliliters of sperm that night and pay for each of them with several blows she had to take.. But then even I could deduce that the tall, skinny bloke they called Tim wasn’t exactly what you’d call a natural sportsman. ‘Oh fucking hell, mate!’ one of them cried as Tim fluffed yet another pass, sending the ball skimming down towards the water. ‘I hope to God you don’t have this much trouble finding the goal on your wedding night.’ ‘Fuck off!’ Tim retaliated, attempting–yet failing, I thought with an inward smirk–to look unconcerned as he loped down to the shore to retrieve the ball..