" she pointed out, "But, ah, yes, something." What the blazes!" he gasped."Its that inflatable bladder thing, it filled me, but it leaks," she said, "...It's still in there, sorry." It's not your fault, it's your groom's fault." he said angrily."No she asked Jen for a new one but Jen said I wasn't worth bothering with," Sandy admitted, "Let me," she said and she gently teased the seven inch long rubber bladder with a bicycle schrader valve fitting on the end from deep inside her, "Horrible thing!". Every time he would get closer to her buttcheeks, she would moan and wiggle around, letting him know that he was doing the right thing. Esteban was not immune to her reactions and he began caressing and kneading her backside with more sensual attention. Glancing over her shoulder, she said, “Why don’t you finger me . . . back there,” and nervously buried her face in the pillow. Esteban caught on immediately and started working more of the slippery oil between his fingers to get her. We tried to muffle our excitement but must have done a horrible job of it because our kindergartener was awake, at the door and he was opening it to come in! Hubby slipped on his pajama pants again, coaxing the tight waistband over his still-hard cock, and I headed off for the shower. As I closed the door, I could hear them talking about how loud we had been and I shouted SORRY from the bathroom.I soaped up in the shower letting the water run down my long naked body. My nipples were erect again. The struggling stopped briefly. Not that it could continue, Monique held her Mum in such a powerful hold, the feeling so great now between her legs, like a drug she needed more. When she lifted her hips a fraction off her seat and forced herself forward, effectively fucking her Mother’s nose, Monique nearly fainted from the pleasure. She did it again now with no regard for her own Mother’s well being and started a steady rhythm grinding her hips forward, forcing her Mum’s nose into her fuck.