She has read his mind as usual, his hand had been moving up and down faster, trying to bring the white liquid forth. He feels the warmth spreading fro... the base of his shaft, and knows it isn’t going to be long if he continues this pace. Not wanting to pop off prematurely, he stops. Grabbing the base of his cock, he squeezes, and holds until he feels the rush subsiding. She continues, ‘This fake cock feels so good inside me, but it doesn’t fill me up like you do. I love it when you are ramming. “Go on,” Peggy said, her voice barely a whisper.“As I said, we’ve never been close, Peggy. But there are reasons for that. Perhaps, if we should become friendly, you’ll understand.”“Please, get to the point,” Peggy insisted.“Yes, of course,” Grace said, and her gaze was again upon Peggy’s tits: “As it usually happens, parents become acquainted through the friendship of their children. I’ve been observing the growing closeness of my daughter and your son.”“Has Donny done anything that-”Grace cut. He was looking at me while I changed and I noticed he was fondling his cock a bit. And that was a huge fucking cock! As I had guessed before, He was huge down there! I looked and said to him "you fuck many guys with that thing?" He laughed and got up. "oh you would just love it would't you?" he gave some joke thrusts against my leg and I backed away in a fighting stance. " get off me you gay fucker". "you know you want it" he said. We laughed and started wrestling. I realised halfway through. “Wow! Guess you two were very busy in there!” she said, laughing hard. She tugged at my shirt, examining it and the tell-tale wet splotches on it.“Is that... ?” She left the question hanging and Britney answered it.“Yes, Ma’am. It’s his cum. I hope that was alright,” she said.“Absolutely! Anytime! I trust he was a good boy?” she asked. She had trouble maintaining her compsure on “good boy.”“Yes, Ma’am, very obedient. I gather it was you that trained him so well?” Britney asked.“You betcha. It’s.