I want to see more' because I did and it took a few minutes again but she wrote 'It's your turn'.And I put my phone under the blanket and between my t...ighs again but then mom turned around and I froze like that and there was a commercial break on and she said “Hungry, honey?” and I said “No thanks” and then she said “Well I'm having something” and then she got up from the couch and so I said “Yeah me too, I think. Just whatever you're having” and she went into the kitchen and I quickly kicked. She arched her back and groaned as I thoroughly coated her with the rich cream.“That feels good, that feels so good,” she whimpered.“I know, I’m sorry, this won’t take long.” When she was ready I brought out the razor and began scraping away her pubic hair. It was hard going in places, but I worked slowly, using my fingers to spread her lips to get every hair around the delicate folds. Every time I touched her pussy she writhed and gasped and moaned.“Be still!” I hissed.“I can’t!” she groaned.I. We were on our way to London, the car was hot, probably from the heat I was feeling between my legs. I'd worn a skirt, because he told me to and I nearly always did as I was told. He was watching me with amusement as I was shifting up my skirt in an effort to get more air to myself. I smiled weakly, pretending not to notice that his cock was bulging out through the material of his jeans. "I wonder whether they'll share our sense of humour? Americans can be a bit weird can't they?", I. He put his cock up to my hole and moved it in circles around my pussy and asshole. I locked eyes with him in the mirror and shook my head. No, no anal tonight. He nodded and smiled, and slowly but firmly pushed himself into my pussy. Carl had the biggest cock in the room. He must have had eight or nine inches in length and was almost as wide as a can of soup. “Wooaaahhh,” he groaned as he slid into me up to the balls, stopping once or twice to slip back out a little, then return to opening me.