"Ryan? Is that you? What are you doing?" She asked sleepily."Shut up mother. I have a hardon that needs relief." With that statement I thrust my cock ...nto her mostly dry pussy. I knew it had to hurt her but I didn't care. After about five or six thrusts her insides moistened a bit allowing less friction and more pleasure for both of us. I fucked my mother's cunt hard while I mauled her big tits through the material of her nightgown.Spurt! Spurt! Spurt! I filled my mother's cunt with my. He asked if I would permit him to take more soon. I said I loved his work, and he could definitely take more. I kissed him and thanked him, saying we should find a special place for the photos in the bedroom so that we could conveniently look at them and enjoy them.In the days that followed, Karl continued to remark about my body and how beautiful it was. He said every part of it was special, each a living piece of art. He wanted more provocative poses, more explicit photos, close-ups, he. We both looked at each with lusting our eyes.She moved away and walked over to the door of the shop, put up closed sign and then pulledthe curtains across blocking ant viewing from the street.When she returned she removed her gown followed by her bra and panties.She removed the robe from me unzipped my pants and made me lift up so she could removethem and my briefs.My 8in cock was expanding fast as she placed her hand around it and began to stroke it.looking up she smiled and then licked the. I don’t just mean from Katy.”Lauren smiled, “Thanks. It was a tremendous party. Have you guys been doing this for a long time?”“Since 1982,” I said. “That year, I dressed as Bill Elliott, the NASCAR champ from last year. Elyse stole the show, though.”“I remember!” Katy giggled.Elyse had a silly smile on her face.“I wore a leather skirt, a leather top, black high heels and carried a small whip!”“And she was smoking hot!” I grinned. “Eduardo loved it!”“You knew Steve back then, Katy?” Lauren.