"What about your bags?" she asked. I reached into my jacket pocket and took out a pen and pad. Without turning toward her, I wrote "1 - luggage" on th... first line of a blank page. Stacy pushed the button on her keychain and I heard a click as the trunk unlocked. Then, she got out and walked around the car, picked up my bags and put them in.When she got back in the car, I handed her the page of directions out that would get us to my hotel. She scanned the page quickly then pulled the car out. My desire for you is growing and pressing against your ass. I put my hands on your shoulders and you feel the heat coming from them. You moan just a little and lean your head to the side, offering your neck for my kiss. I delicately place my lips on it so you can feel my breath against your neck. I kiss it and gently lick it.I let my hands move down to grab your breasts. I massage them delicately and feel their weight while i cup them in my palms. The nipples are already hard from pressing. My mouth full of flaccid penis and some one pulling my head up and down. My bung hole ached from another huge phallus inserted deep in it. I moaned as the two of them had their way. The only sounds made was a wet slurping sound and the grunts and groans of the three of us engaged in wild passionate sex. When I became conscious again, I was once again on my back a big black hairy butt poised over my face and two huge testicles hanging below my chin. My feet was being held by the figure above me. She savored that incest oil on her taste buds for a moment, then gulped it down. The hot stuff warmed her belly like a fine cognac."Ummmmm!" she sighed softly.Her sense of taste could detect no pussyjuice on his cock-knob and she guessed that her son hadn't fucked the blonde girl from next door. She was sorry about that because it would have added to her own pleasure if his cock had been fuckhole-flavored.Margot loved cunt as much as prick, and tasting the two at once was always a treat.Still,.