"Seven inches? Close to it, anyway. A little lean, nice and veiny, but well proportioned. Very well." She looked up at her son. "That's a fine tool, l...ove. You have a beautiful cock."Mark smiled proudly. His mother flipped the nozzle of the hand lotion bottle open, and very carefully dripped the cream onto her son's cock. Mark gasped and flinched as every drip touched; the cream felt like icy pinpricks to his superheated cock, though they warmed quickly."Cold, mmm? Poor darling. I think we can. Like the women of that region, Tammy's waist was not wasp narrow. She wasn't chubby or even fluffy... the nude lady reclining before my camera was close coupled and lushly curvy. Her beaver bush was neatly trimmed to a thick heart shape. In time, it became my task to help keep it properly pruned! I loved being HER pussy's "tonsorial artist"!Tammy's skin had a gorgeous, very sexy coppery radiance.Beyond her physical attractiveness,... the twenty four year old had the most engaging sometimes. "And I have to hurry, you know how long it takes me to get ready," she said over her shoulder.Jen was in a quandary. What should she wear? She didn't want Mike to see her dressed too sexy for a casual shopping trip with David. Normally she'd wear jeans and a top, with sexy lingerie underneath. But David wanted her to wear the bustier. That meant she'd have to wear a skirt.Finally, she decided on an ivory silk blouse and a black pleated skirt that fell to just below her knees. Underneath she. "And he's damn good at it." He slowed down, wanting to make this last as much as I did. "Diane, I can see your butt, you know." "I know, honey. I like showing myself off to you." "Can I touch it?" "Of course." I felt his finger on my asshole. He circled it around, gathering some of the wetness leaking down from my pussy, then pressed his fingertip into me. Doug was fucking me while Jim played with my ass. I couldn't hold back any longer. "Oh, yes, I'm coming," I gasped. Doug and Jim.