Rachel pulled Tom’s shirt out of the dryer and tossed it to him. Tom put on his shirt and reached for his boxers. Rachel had those and his pants in ...hand.He frowned as she got down on her knees.Rachel held the boxers for him.Tom stepped into the boxers.Rachel started up but before covering his member took it into his mouth tasting her pussy juice and his cum savoring the sticky fluids.Sandra started down the hall for the stairs wondering where her mother was. “Mom!” She called.Rachel stood and. Then he moved down and started eating her breasts and then he in one stroke he tried entering his dick into her tight pussy due to which she screamed loudly. I asked him to take it easy but he refused saying that he will tear her pussy apart. I asked him why he wanted to do that so he said that once he tried to fuck her but she warned him saying not to do it ever again other wise she will surely tell everybody in the house about it. and now she is a whore wanting him to fuck her. Listening to. Sweat drips from our bodies as we writhe against one another. We kiss openmouthed, his erection pumping steadily in and out of my slit. I clamp down around him squeezing him tightly.“Oh baby, Daddy’s cumming,” he groans burying his face into my breasts. Spurts of his semen pump inside me. He pulls away and more of Daddy’s sperm sprays onto my snatch. He sinks back into my cunt and empties the rest of his testicles inside me.When he’s done emptying into me, he pulls away and lies back so I. “I’ll be over there at the next table.” She stood and walked the twenty feet to the next picnic table and sat down.I turned to my cousin. “When did she stop being a brat?”“She hasn’t,” my cousin said with a giggle.“Hm.” I leaned forward, resting my elbows on the table, and looked at my cousin as she sat next to me. “So, where do we start?”“I dunno.” She shook her head and looked at her hands. “Can we even do this?”“We can. Well, not right now, and not here. But, we can.”“How do you know?” She.