West said as she kissed Julie's neck. Her left hand cupped a breast and the other rubbed Julie's stomach. I was left out, but my cock couldn't get any...harder. Watching the mother grope her daughter was fucking amazing."Mom? Please... st-" Julie was cut off by her own moans. My hands continued to feel up her legs but I did feel jealous that I was left alone by both of them. "This isn't right... mom, please don't." Julie's plea went unnoticed by both of us."Oh, honey, I know. But I just need. She considered standing up and walking out, shouting for help, or even using the canister of mace clipped to her belt. She didn’t do any of those thing. Reaching up, she gripped the base of Andre’s massive cock and gave it a tentative lick. “You can do better than that,” he chided. Glaring up at him reproachfully, Maria flattened his cock against his stomach, spread her tongue across his balls and licked him from base to tip, pausing at the top briefly to slobber on the head of his cock. She. Or used to anyway. But, it's not his thing anymore. He's more into his business.I married Chris's father when Chris was twelve. We instantly hit it off. For that matter. Chris's mother and I get along great also. No, I didn't secretly lust for Chris when he was a boy either. From the time his father and I started dating, Chris and I would go fishing together. As Chris grew his father spent less and less time doing father/son things with him. So Chris started asking me to go with him and. But, I had friends in high places. It was a real celebration. The marks were good all around and in a few cases, great. There was a lot of laughing and backslapping as we said good-bye and all of them privately asked me if I was really coming back in September. I assured them that I would be here to harass and annoy. That afternoon, Jen and I went to the airport to get Marcel and family. Jen had borrowed her brothers van and we filled it with people and bags. Marcel and company stayed at my.