I watched and had to agree that boy was not only pumping hard he was pumping faster.Some time passed and Roma said,“ please order for meal for we th...ree…he is exhausting me, order some drinks, whiskey also…”While getting pumped she said. It was passed 10, he was with her for about two hours. I was also hungry. I odered for nonveg items with whiskey and soda. I developed an inferiority complex. Where as I never remained tight in her cunt for more than 15 minutes he pumped her for 25 minutes. Both. I always had to be quick and careful but I just had to play with them a little, rubbing them on my skin and especially my cock. It was another whole level of ecstasy for me and the beginning of my other life long obsession.As I started my 7th grade year I started to explore my mothers dresser drawers to see what she had. If my teenage sister had stuff I liked my mom had to have even better. I was not disappointed. Since it was the 70's my mom wore a dress, heels and hose to work everyday. . How is it with your Master?" Dad asked, a little flustered as Desiree pressed her large breasts into his arm. She wore a low-cut blouse, and I saw Dad's eyes kept drifting down her front. I couldn't blame him; she had a magnificent rack."Things are great, Dad," I purred. "Desiree and I just love being their sluts." Umm, it is so much fun," cooed Desiree with her sexy, Spanish accent."Is he really 'special.' You know, like people are saying?" Yes," I answered, softly rubbing my dad's thigh.. I push up into you, it's getting difficult for me to keep quiet. I lift you up and drop you down, trying to time it with bumps in the road. You tense up around me, sighing every time I enter you.I bite my lower lip, lifting you up slightly higher so I can thrust deeper. It's hard to keep my eyes open to make sure no one notices us, quite lost in my own pleasure, forgetting to tease you. You bite your lip hard, wanting to keep quiet, but it's so hard. You grind faster and faster on me. I can.