Much to Hermione’s embarrassment, she could hear Fleur moaning loudly from the master bedroom, even with the door closed. Clearly the blonde and her... husband were sharing an intimate moment.A new sensation heightened Hermione’s embarrassment. She found that she rather liked the sound of Fleur’s moans. It had an almost musical quality to it. So much so that a part of Hermione wanted to press her ear to the door so she could listen to her beautiful moans.To ensure that she wasn’t’ further tempted. After a few long seconds the stream lessens in pressure, soaking all into Isobel's sweater, then her skirt, then her tights, then sprinkles off her shoes.She lets Isobel go, slumping down on the toilet, shivering.Before the dejected girl can even snap back to reality, Miss Margaret reaches into the depths of her pussy, rips out her own, slimy pink panties, and slaps them as hard as she can over Isobel's face, the viscous juice splattering, some landing on each side of the stall walls.After a. The temperature was just right - dry and toasty. The sweat covering her body made her feel slippery and sexy. She rubbed her legs together, they shimmied against each other as if oiled. Her crotch throbbed, the piss-ache and the fuck-feelings all blending into one. The heavy chain around her middle - part silvery, part greasy and black - cut gently into her belly-flesh like a tight belt. Even the feel of the chain was sexy. She'd had dreams about being chained up like this, she'd had dreams. As I go back to licking her pussy, she spreads her legs wider. “Oh, MMMmmm... Rob, suck lower, eat Mommy’s pussy.” I continue tonguing my mom’s pussy. I pause to wet a couple fingers, then go back to tonguing. I ease those fingers up to her asshole, they slide right in with no resistance. Mom usually would start moaning loudly about now, she loves it when I finger her ass. “MMMmmm... Give me that cock Rob. Let mommy taste your hard shaft.” Mom stares as Grandma licks up Uncle Rob’s pre-cum.