" Helen said, "Yes!"In the meantime, Helen when a little bit crazy purchasing lots ofclothing (everything, from panties, to bras, to dresses, to skir...s, tocoats, to makeup, to jewelry - all with her father's gold AmEx creditcard).Helen got a ticket (remember, Zak had a return ticket to Californiaalready), so they took the flight back. They had a meeting, in theirparent's home. Mom was surprised that Helen was wearing a fabulousdress, high heels and makeup, since she never did that before. I don't know what to tell him. Any of you have any ideas?"I turned around and went back into Ted's house. I was furious and wanted to leave as fast as I could. Ted followed me only to see me heading toward the front door. "Wait, Joe" he cried."Wait for what?" said I as I turned around. "Just what do you want me to wait for?" I want to talk to you" replied Ted."You? You? You want to talk to me?" Yes, I do. What is your problem?" My problem? You don't see what the problem is? Well, I will tell. ”He groaned and thrust deeper as he started coating my insides with his hot, sticky cum. “Umm, just like that,” I purred as he unloaded deep inside of me. “I love the feeling of your pleasure exploding inside of me.” I loved the sound of his panting little groans as he finished climaxing.As he started to go soft and slipped out of me, I looked back at Zara. “Do you mind if I clean him up again? It’s kind of a habit for me and my sisters, but I can skip it if you’re really not comfortable with. His body had become a precision instrument of pleasure, slamming my mother’s pussy with mechanical precision, going so deep with each pounding stroke, there could not have been a millimetre of her that wasn’t totally full of cock. “Are you close?” my mother asked, lifting her head to speak, an urgent note in her voice. “If you are, just hold on a little longer,” pausing, taking a gasping breath, “You’re getting me right in my sweet spot.” “Just go for it, Stella,” Steve said, “I can hold.