You must understand that Juan’s mother Maria didn’t speak much English and she was not enthusiastic about her children picking up the habits of th...ir northern neighbors because they were not according to the good book or traditional cultural feelings about marriage and family.She knew her son worked at the place for the dead people but she figured he couldn’t get in much trouble there because none of the customers were in a position to complain about his work habits or his sometimes risky. I looked down at her flushed face and she smiled as I began to slowly thrust into her.I rubbed my already sticky fingers over my lips and chin before leaning forward a little and reaching my hand out to her face. She grabbed my wrist and began sucking her juice off my fingers making sure she got every drop. Her pussy tightened even more around my cock and I began to thrust harder hooking my arms under her chunky thighs holding her tightly.Despite my tight grip, as I thrust even harder Julie. There were two dozen people standing in a circle around the car. They were all naked except for thick leather belts and papier-mache masks that covered their entire heads. Daisy looked from one body to the next, eyes seeing cock after cock after cock hanging limp between pale legs. But something was wrong with these men. She rubbed her eyes, squeezed them closed then open again. One of them had breasts! And another. She looked from man to man and saw that they were not men after all, but women,. We both have a passion for working with wood and Uncle Avery wanted to borrow my set of Dado heads. I, not knowing what was taking place at my house, told him where in the basement he could find them and I told him where I hide the spare key to the house.The events that followed were predictable; Aunt Martha's young stud arrived and the two of them, being so hot for each other, undressed and went at each other on the living room floor. KM, who had left work early, turned onto our street just in.