“Just being a good mother.”“And I'm being a good son.” He sucked on my clit. Hard.My orgasm exploded through me. My pleasure squeaked through ...me. I gasped and shuddered. I humped against him as the rapture flooded through my body. My big tits heaved as the bed creaked beneath me. My thighs locked on his head, holding him in place as he sucked on my clit.Then he jammed fingers into my convulsing snatch. My eyes rolled back into my head. I savored the pleasure of having my cunt eaten. A delight. The heat of the summer afternoon made it easy to strip off, for those who wanted to, although the temperature of the lake water discouraged idle dipping except for a quick cool-down. Kitchen Girl and I kept our eyes on the contessa from a distance. We didn’t want to spook her or let her think there was anything unusual going on.It was a treat, I admit, to see the local vicar, as straight-laced as anyone, bury his face between the contessa’s thighs to her evident and vocal delight. Her cries. ..you feel your throbbing cock getting harder and straining in your pants for release, you loosen your belt and unzip your pants, pull your jocks down and free your throbbing member from its constraints, the beauty in the bathroom is now applying some body lotion to her labia with one leg lifted up on the side of the bath, she is facing you directly and you can see how she spreads her labia apart to get the lotion into the crevices of her lustful pussy. Your hand enfolds around your throbbing. He put his two fingers in his mouth, tasting Amber’s sweet juices, eased down her jeans and picked her up. She wrapped her legs around his hips and he guided his length inside her. She moaned as he fucked her tight pussy. She felt liberated. She felt relief; finally getting what she had wanted. She felt like she was going to come. Jackson fucked harder, her arse against the cold wall of the cinema. The noise of the film was masking any sounds that Amber was making. “You're going to make me.