It looked very uncomfortable.Gail came to the rescue again. "Go into the bathroom and take off your panties. There should be a washcloth in there to w...ash your pussy with. Just wrap the pad in toilet paper and drop it in the wastebasket. Come back when you're done."Gail slipped her bikini bottom off while she waited for Sally. Sally was only gone less than a minute.Gail handed Sally one of the tampons. "Alright, now," said Gail, "Take off the wrapping. Now, put one foot up on a chair. Hold the. “If you make me come with your tongue first, I’ll be really wet and it will feel better for both of us when we fuck,” she said. He seemed agreeable, naturally assuming that fucking would follow. Her choice was to control what he did with his tongue, and she pushed him onto his back on the bed. She straddled his head with her legs and hovered just inches over his mouth. “This is called the floating butterfly,” she said, “because I can control what you do, how much pressure, and so on, by. Dad returned the car to the agency and sold the camping equipment back to the place he bought it from.The ship had pulled in a day earlier but was unloading passengers and taking on supplies and cargo for the trip north. The room was left and our luggage was kept at the hotel till we called for it later. Dad and I had seen little of Cape Town and all of us walked through the parks. We ate from vendors and were constantly reminded of the differences the colour of a person's skin would make.At 3. “UNGH!! UNGH!! UNGH!!” I grunt each time I slam into her and spurt another rope of cum inside her. She seems to have another orgasm and right after that, her arms give out on her and she falls heavily down on my chest, squishing her big tits against me. My hips keep moving until they can’t move anymore and then we are both still.“Am … I … crushing … you?” Mom asks with concern a few moments later, as she tries to rise up a little.“No, you are fine, Mom.” I wrap my arms around her and hold her.