“Oh! Oh! Ahhh! Yes! Yes! Fuck me like that, son! Harder! Fuck your momma! Fuck meeeee harder!The dirty-talk had me turn on the jets, becoming a whir...lwind, pummeling wildly and hedonistically. We were both sweating and, with her juices coating my cock’s hyper-speed motions, wet and slapping sounds echoed in the kitchen. My mother looked over her shoulder again.. Her eyes were almost closed and her full lips were in a lewd “O” shape. The eyelids fluttered open.“Kiss me,” she begged (ordered?). I. In mid-afternoon of the second day we were cruising along a straight flat boring highway and Mark was at the wheel. Courtney and I hadn't screwed the night before since Mark was sleeping only a few feet away from the main bed in the back. There was a door but it was real thin. I had deliberately avoided sex for several days before the trip. I wanted Courtney to be horny for what I had in mind.I told Mark that we were going to take a nap. He grinned and said he wished he could. I got the. " Thanks, Ella Mae," Miss K said, "I appreciate it." Then, she pulled her hand from behind her head to cup and squeeze her breasts, lifting first one that the other up to her mouth for a brief tonguing."You know what would be a good idea, Kayla?" Tracy chimed in. "If that body suit was leather." Sounds good to me," Miss K said as she finally stood still. "Can you do that?" Well..." Ella Mae said as she thought for a second. "If I took your measurements, I could have one ready by this. I bet that asshole Scott and his poor wife were asleep.“Ring it again,” I growled.“Yes!” Kitty hissed. The petite girl jabbed the doorbell so hard, her blonde pigtails bounced around her shoulders. She held it down, the doorbell tolling over and over.“Fucking hell!” roared from inside, a light flooding on from upstairs, shout coming through an open window.Footsteps thudded down stairs. A light flared on the first floor, bleeding through the arch window at the top of the door. A deadbolt lock.