I decided to save my strength, wait for the right opportunity. But as soon as I stopped fighting and relaxed, I started to really feel what he was doi...ng, and it felt so incredibly good. I know the old misogynist cliché that girls being raped should just lay back and enjoy it, and that's bullshit, but a normal guy you might stand a chance of fighting off, a normal guy should know better than to behave that way, and a normal guy can't use his cock to fill you all the way up. I didn't even want to. I said, "We better get dressed before they see us like this." Good point," Mom replied. "They may not think we are alive down here. Let's turn on the generator and turn the TV and radio up loud so they can hear us. We also should take quick showers so we don't smell like each other."While Mom started the generator and turned on the appliances, I took a shower. I dried off and got dressed while Mom took her shower. I took a glance at her lovely, naked body then went back to getting dressed. Mom. I grabbed hold of her, sensing tension as her sphincter yielded to pressure. Then, as I pushed further inside, she gave a loud, lusty moan.I pushed on, determined to bury every inch of my cock in there. Erica kept on moaning as Paul thrust upwards. I could easily feel him through the thin membrane.Buried to the hilt, I held still, just to delight in the sensation of Erica’s tight anus clutching at my cock. “That is sensational,” I murmured. Paul was still moving underneath his wife, and now I. She had impressed it on Heather that she was to make sure Debra Jo got the top of the line treatment. ‘Hit her with everything you’ve got,’ She said to the petite redhead. Then she added ‘Which is plenty.’ Vickie was wide awake now and wondering what had gone wrong? She trusted Heather and knew the petite angel was a wildcat in bed, she and Vickie had torn up the sheets several times. When you girl-fucked Heather, you did not come away unscathed. It didn’t matter — Debra Jo was the client and.