Haven’t had enough yet huh you nasty hard little bastard! You still needed to have yer ol granny’s pussy ehh, alright then boy you go ahead and you pump that dick in me then and relive those big balls then. That’s it just like that nice and hard and deep like Bhabhi that. Yeah fuck it! Fuck it good baby boy! I want to feel your nuts pump smackin against my fucking clit like that! Yeah there you go! Relieve that boner!” Says granny as she was pissed at first but begins to give in and let the spry young stud continue his nasty little fantasy and pleasure pump himself off inside her horny warm wet twat. A few feet away and before she could even see what was goin on because of all the cum that coated her eyes still, Lynette has been laying on her back with her thighs still spread wide and thinking it was her sons body that was still between them, starts to feel him reinsert himself back inside her still drenched slit just after cumming. She try’s to protest her unwillingness to get pregnant from her own son and snaps open her spunk covered eye lids only to see that it’s Petes fully erected pecker pipe that’s easing its way between her hot twat lips of love and can’t believe that knowing he just came so hard in fanny only moments ago, that he’s already hard again and ready to fuck. “Hey what’s going on here? How come you guys are so hard again already? Does that always happen? Something just doesn’t seem to add up. Mentioned Lynette. But Pete who was barely paying attention to a word she said replied, Ahh shit! Ungf! Oh hot pussy yes. Oh.....what? Oh that? Yeah it’s probably because Blake and I split one of Tom’s boner pills this morning before you came to wake us up Mrs. C. And Boy howdy do they work great too ma’am! you must be a lucky woman. Said Pete in his most cavalier tone like it was no big fuckin deal. End part 2. Four days later, having forgiven (yet not forgotten) about Rachel’s discovery of my late wife, I decided I would keep the promise I had made to Rachel’s best friend, Rebecca, and schedule our next meeting. -Hey -Dont have this phone number, who is dis -It’s your dear old uncle Along with the text, I included a picture taken from our last session. I doubt Rachel had even noticed the cameras I had installed several years earlier at my late wife’s request. She used to love watching herself when I fucked her. He reached the waistband of my beige panties. When his cock found a target, it was determined to slip it's way past her lips, whether they were on her head, or between her legs. “And you've been thinking about it, haven't you? It would make no sense to stop now as long as she is discreet about this, and she shows no signs at all of being resentful or guilty of this. We all got up and followed our respective instructor with him putting each of us at separate stalls in which to shoot from. Our bodies were intertwined and sweaty as we laid on the couch to land back on Earth. “…shit.” She made a show of patting imaginary pockets. "Let us have a drink. The screen had poor actors just fucking and sucking. I saw the ball gag but discounted that; how could I talk to Chuck with horny that in my mouth? She grasped her swollen belly. More humiliation surged through me, making my pussy clench and my futa-dick throb. This wasn’t my first time using a chainsaw, but it always made it nervous. I pushed the chair back from the desk to escape it as if it might suddenly assault me, again. He wrapped his arms around her small body reveling in her desire for his cock. “But we need to catch up with the others, now!” With a determined look, she licked her lips once and suddenly dropped over my cock, driving it deep into her vagina in one quick thrust. "Told you, you piece of filth. At first on the sandy beach, but that quickly became too exhausting, even though there is no shame in being spent quicker with a higher level of effort, I wanted the run to last a little bit. Once I am with him hold all my calls unless God himself calls to tell me something, Ok darling?” I say to Sharon. I mean Miss Tribadoux." I’d always had a little foot and nylon fetish but had never really been Bhabhi able to act it out. “Ohhh you are so nishe, I like you...I thought you were a dickead” he said.