It was then that he started to move like a piston; slowly at first and then faster and faster. I leaned back against the sofa and let him move up and ...down on my cock as his balls were slapping against mine every time he backed into me. I was fucking that beautiful ass I had been admiring earlier that evening.I fucked him standing up. I fucked him bending over the coffee table. My cock and his ass were one. If he was on his stomach I pummeled his tight ass. I fucked him while we rested on our. Her hands were frantically undoing my pants and my own hands were raising her uniform dress so that I could grip the ass cheeks that had been driving me crazy for months. God the feel of her bare ass had me unable to think and my dick was jerking and swaying in the cool air as she unleashed it from my pants before grabbing it and roughly pulling at me. I heard her stammering, "Oh my god...it didn't look.....Jesus it's so thick.....Oh god fuck me.....just fuck me". As she leaned back against. "Think about how hot it would be. Fucking me as hard as you can, screaming 'Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!'. Mmmmm..." Karen slowly rocked her hips under her nephew. "Oh!" she exclaimed, remembering something. "You wanted proof, right?" Huh?" Brad asked sleepily. "Here. Consider this an extra special birthday/Christmas/Valentine's Day gift." Karen reluctantly maneuvered from under her nephew, feeling his softening cock slide out of her. She sat on edge of the bed, lit a cigarette from a pack on the night. That’s how powerful it was. On missions he used that stupid little slingshot to take out dozens of security lights. On TV and in movies a suppressed gun makes a soft little “Pfft” but that’s all Hollywood. The softest suppressed gun I ever heard was a .22 and it still sounded like somebody clapping his hands hard. When complete silence was required, Dale and his staples were invaluable.We had moved all the junk left behind when the massage parlor closed into one of the small massage rooms. I.