My name is Marisa. I'm a 25 year old, 5"6', pale skinned freckled redhead with blue eyes. I am what would be considered average, fitting between a siz... eight and ten. I love my legs, strong and well shaped from years of walking and running. The one thing other then my red hair that stands out most is my chest. I am a natural 36DD which tend to be all too often a real pain in the butt since seldom can I find clothing I like in my size that they fit into.I am married for slightly over three years. ” He shrugged again and said, “No it’s not a perfect world, but we can probably figure a few things out. The county council knows about this. I mean they signed off on getting the study done, but that doesn’t mean they are going to agree to everything. Figure that the soup isn’t done until everybody gets a chance to pee in it. There’s something in here they won’t go along with. What that something is, I don’t know yet, but you have to know there will be something that somebody is going to want. Jake pulled out of me and lifted me up on to the engine. My right foot was on the running board and my left up much higher on a fold-down step leading up to the top of the apparatus. My legs were far apart and my ass was in Jake’s face. He ran his fingers up my thighs and inside of me. The angle he had was perfect and in no time I was at the peak of bliss. Jake put a hand on my back and leaned me forward. His tongue slid up my thighs and closer to my snatch. I could feel my clit pulsing,. However, I wanted mom to come one more time. I grit my teeth, trying to delay my climax, and focused my efforts on mom’s soaking-wet clit. I rubbed it furiously, stimulating her, willing her to come with me. Mom cried out with pleasure. My fingers were bringing her to another orgasm. She felt her clit tingling with pleasure, the sensation spreading to her pussy, her asshole. She bucked her hips feverishly, matching my strokes. Her orgasm was approaching…I was hitting just the right spot. “YES!.