Mom riding me, moaning, swearing Fuck Fuck, Fuck my asshole baby boy, me now pushing back slamming my belly against her ass cheeks, reaching around to... fondle her heavy massive tits and nipples as I did when fucking her doggy. She climaxed with a roar head back mouth open Brady was still ploughing Grandma’s old cunt in the armchair, occasionally we would catch each other watching what was going on, Grandma breathing heavy her tits and belly wet with sweat as was Brady.Inside my Mom’s bowels my. I was very well loaded with cum, ‘glowing’ all over and leaking. At least two more guys had cum either in or on my blouse. It was well stained; there was dried cum on my face, neck and chest along with the dried cum on my stockings and panties. Some of the loads had been nice and big!It was time for a break and a smoke and some fresh air. I slowly left the store, moving so that anyone looking at me could see the stains on my blouse. Outside I picked a place where there was little light; leaned. The open desert had practiced him in the kinds of extremes a body could survive. Aching muscles were nothing new to an outlaw accustomed to long stretches in the saddle. One need, however, could only be ignored for so long before its demands became so insistent they had to be answered. Toward the end of that second day, Lou's bowels began cramping.A bitterness covered his tongue, having to ask Mary for anything at all. Yet, even knowing it was probably futile, he had to ask. The alternative was. I wouldn’t let it happen again, or I would be punished for sure. I looked into His eyes as I opened my mouth ready to receive whatever he gave me. Sadly it was only his fingers but I sucked on them as eagerly as I would his cock. If I was a good girl he would let me taste. I didn’t need him to tell me what to do, I knew what he wanted and how he wanted it.After he pulled his fingers out of my mouth with a slight pop, I stuck my ass out for him. He would want to see how wet I was, to see if I.