We walked into the room. "Great, I don't even have swim trunks!" I bitched at her. "I can' believe you brought me here at 8 in the morning to take a f...cking swim!" It's ok," she smiled. "We'll still have some fun." See that switch over there? Flip it off." she continued. I did and the room became pitch black. "Great, now I can't see," I bitched again. Suddenly I was struck in the face by some sort of cloth. I soon realized it to be her bikini bottoms, followed quickly by her top. I quickly. Yea Jamal. Fuck this dick good boy, dad said as he smacked Jamal on the ass again. I hear mom moaning loudly around Jamess dick as Justin fucks her wet pussy. Justin threw his head back and his mouth falls open as he picks up his pace. I reach up and stroke Jamess ass. He spreads his legs and I stick in a finger. James moans and starts to fuck moms face. Jamal comes into my pussy first. Fuck yea!! Fuck this ass good dad, Jamal said as he came in me. That triggered my orgasm and I came on Jamals. This was back in the days of no computers and we had to look at magazines. His dad would have the latest issue of Playboy, Penthouse, Oui, and even a few Hustler. We would look at those then dream about seeing real pussy. Where was four of us and we would spend the night at each others house. We would all try to get beaver shots of each other moms. For some reason, my mom would always be the one that everybody always got a real good look at. As I grew older, I tried even harder and very. It had felt average size through his jeans and it was, in length, but when she wrapped her fingers around it, it felt like holding a c***d by the wrist. She moaned to herself thinking how it would stretch her when he rammed it up her. Never breaking their kiss, Rachael began to rub his shaft furiously. He had been hard as nails since the dance in the club but if anything he was getting harder. The feel of his cock in her hand and his hand rubbing her fanny was building her up and she began to.