This time I could feel the hardened nipple poking into my palm with a turgid heat. I slowly rubbed my open hand just grazing the point to lightly stim...ulate the erogenous flesh. Since this made mom give a little moan of contentment, I then grew bolder. I began to finger then rolled the nipple with thumb and index finger, it got hard and long. I switched to the other and a breathy “Yeess!” was voiced by my mother. I gently fondled her mammary’s, her skin smooth and the double pillows so soft with. Tabhi kavita ne apna tshirt utara or boli chal aab is ko choos or bata ki dudha (milk) hai ki nahi me palta or dekha to dekha hi raha hi raah gaya uske boobs to neelu didi se bade the or usne apna goora goora booba mere muha me ghusad diya or jor jor se dkha marna shuroo kiya jaise koi lund choot me ghusad raha hoo or saath apna hat mere barmude me ghusana shuro kiya to maine pucha kya kar rahi hoo to boli ki beta tere ojare (lund) ko bahar nikal rahi hoo maine pucha kon sa ojar to boli tera. Amanda climbed up into the bed with me, and we proceeded to watch the young daughter yell at her dad and tell him to jack off for her..."Do you want me to do that to you Paul?" Amanda asked...No...Not at all, I just want you to watch me do it for you, and then I want you to practice what you saw me do....Ok she said, and pulled the sheets down to watch my hand wrapped around my 8 inch cock...do it she said....My hand went real slow to teach her how a man likes to get masterbated, taking. Peter’s spunk dribbled onto my balls as I fucked her as hard as I could. It only lasted a few moments before she was climaxing again as she received my sperm donation.I rolled off her, panting, my limp cock dangling. I went to get a towel to clean us up and when I came back I discovered that Lisa was kneeling on the settee with her arse up in the air and that Peter was ramming his dick into her pussy from behind. Loud squishy sounds accompanied his stroking. I could see trickles of spunk.