"Oliver smiled. "Okay, Frank."They walked up the road, past the trails that Frank had already bothered to explore, and for about twenty minutes of tha... Frank felt guilty for not being the best of company. He'd used most of the time to vent about his father, something he normally wouldn't have done, but he couldn't quite seem to help it. Oliver was a good listener, and never gave any indication that he thought anything Frank had to say was boring, nor did he jump in and give Frank false. Mike decided he wanted to try something else, so we got back onto our feet and faced each other again, but then he spun me around, holding my tits in his hands, I could feel his rock solid cock poking me from behind. He walked me to a wall, let go of my tits and taking my wrists, he placed my hands up against the wall and pulled me back at my hips so my arms were outstretched at full length. Pushing my legs apart by using his feet on the inside of my ankles, I knew that this was going to be it,. His balls swung obscenely back and forth as he slid his cock in an out of her. They were oblivious to my presence. In the mirror above the counter I could see my wife's face twisted in concentration. Her eyes closed, her breast swinging in rhythm to the steady stream of breathless grunts and moans that escaped her slightly parted lips. With one hand she held herself up. The other was pressed against the glass as she rocked back and forth against the beat of his hips.I suddenly became conscious. “That’s lovely,” my mother murmured sleepily. “Keep stroking me like that, Robert. I love it.”I leaned over and kissed my mother’s shoulder, my fingers slipping down between her legs.“I’m leaking spunk, baby,” she chuckled. “My pussy is dribbling.” She sighed, adding, “How many times did you come last night? God, but of I’d known how ardent you are as a lover I’d have fucked you before this.” My mother gasped and then purred as my fingers worked at her clit.“I love pumping into you, mum,” I.