My dick twitched.“Go on, Mrs. Foreman,” said my daughter. “Just impale your juicy cunt on his dick and get him nice and wet for your daughter.�...�“Let's leave this part out when we tell your father,” muttered Barbara as she mounted the bed. “I'm just doing this to lube him up. It's not like I want his big, thick dick in me.”“Okay, Mommy,” moaned Chantelle as I licked at her, seemingly fooled. But I heard the heat in the married woman's voice.She grabbed my cock and lifted it. She straddled me and. The white dress -like all the fucking dresses- slid, revealing her shapely legs and pale bottom."Though it does make things just a tad more interesting." He grabbed her hips and lifted her from the hiding space. She barely avoided hitting her head as he tossed her onto the bed. Her stomach hit the edge, her knees met the floor, and her breath escaped in one choked gasp.Claude slammed her down as the girl tried to push herself up."I think not." He pressed her into the sheets with one hand on her. Now I understood this was the day I was looking for since long. I smiled and asked her what to do the whole day. She replied “movie dekhte hai chalo” and she switched on the TV and set a movie on HBO named Italian Job. Then she switched off the lights and lay on sofa. I was lying on adjacent bed. And I could not make my eyes away from her body. She was wearing blue tank top and shorts and when a hottie like her lays near you, you just can’t notice anywhere else.Now my naughty mind started. “Swirl your tongue around it.” She was really getting into it now. She was treating my hard cock like a lollipop.“Take it deep, now back, and lick it some more.” She tried to swallow my cock again, gagged, then brought it back up from her throat and licked the head some more.“Suck it gently. A little bit more…, yes, like that - you got it!” She smiled around my cock, so proud of herself.“Now, up and down, suck it up and down, as deep as you can.” Rhonda bobbed her head on my shaft, trying to.