Damn you, Kevin! Stop it! Do you hear? Stop... !" she futilely protested, sensing the surge of shamed hot blood flushing into her face to the depths o...f her neck as a brush of cool air rushed between her helplessly splayed buttocks and the realization of her debased position beneath him again screamed through her brain.She heard him laugh in that angered way he could without smiling. Abruptly, one of his hands slipped down through the spread open vale to the soft, sensitive lips of her vagina. I pull her leggings down around her kneesI spread her cheeks giving me a view of her dark asshole and pussy. My head instantly buries between her cheeks. I begin to eat her asshole, I don’t hold back either, I lick around her hole, then bury my tongue into her asshole, tasting as much as I can as her little black hairs around her ass tickle my mouth. Honestly, I love the taste, she had such a beautiful ass and to taste her asshole and sweat was amazing. I then shot my tongue over to her pussy. She might as well go into the house, she thought.She was just about to open the front door when she suddenly froze into stillness.There was a groan from inside the house!Her mind was blank for a moment, and then she was struck by the sudden fear that something was wrong with her mother. But as she reached for the doorknob, she froze again as she heard a harsh male laugh.She didn't know what to do. Obviously there was a man in the house with her mother, no unusual thing, but it sounded as though. He was very well hung and the pics showed him having his very erect cock pleasured by both males and females. I organised a time for Jon to meet us. I told him my lover was French, bilingual and had very sensitive erogonous zones and thrived on receiving sexual pleasure. I also told him he was a very lucky man as he would have Mireille all to himself though I wanted to watch.I could sense that the thought of me watching him please my lover appealed to him.And I enjoyed telling Mireille she was.