2 I’ve been sitting at my kitchen table for about three hours now. Just thinking. I’ve given up any attempts to distract myself. The sound of her ...rying keeps echoing through my head. Her boyfriend’s voice is like an angry buzzing in my ears. I’ve been having some pretty disturbing thoughts for the past few minutes. I know I should feel guilty about even thinking like that. Every time the sound of her sobbing resonates through me I feel like my blood is boiling. Right now I’m having a hard time. Is bar pretti ke muhhhh se.Uuufff hhhm aaaramm seee kaaarooo.Jaisi awaze aa rahi thi.Mai toh uski awaz sun ke pgl ho rh itti sexy thi ki.Kya batao.Main apna lund bahar nikalta aur phir push karta sirf phela jhtaka tez tha. Uske baad aarm se kr raha tha.Tez krta toh shyd mera pani bhi jaldi nikal jata.Phir aise hi 3-4 min krna ke baad maine apni speed badha thi.Aur isse pretti ki bhi awaz change ho gayiii. Aaaaahhhh mummyyy.Hhhhm. Aaaraam se krroooo naaa.But maine apni speed kam nai ki aur 10-15. So we loaded up the car and hit the road. I thought perfect my MIL will have to interact with me which she had be reluctant to do since I found out about her affair and been very distant ever since we fucked for the first time. We'll about half way into the drive out west my FIL and Wife started feeling sick. We thought it was road sickness but by the time we got into Nebraska they both had horrible stomach issues and we were having to stop constantly so we decided it was best to get off the. We girls, we get all sweaty in the gym. It’s nice to have a hot, steamy shower afterwards. I know what you’re thinking. All those horny girls together. All those hot, sexy minxes soaping up our bodies, as the hot water sprays over our boobs. Do we touch each other? Do we help each other by rubbing the soap into our sweaty little bum cracks. What do you think? There’s nothing better than the touch of another girl’s hands your body, squeezing a foaming sponge all down your front. Maybe we do..