He was used to soaring as an eagle. No way was he going to muddle around in the hen house. After all, there were no prizes up for grabs, no money and ...no trophies to be won. The drive to succeed on this mission rested solely with the desire of each individual participant. Donny was the next member of the gang to fall. Donny actually made it to week two. Seven days of week one, plus one day of week two. Eight different chicks in eight days. Pretty impressive. Incredibly impressive, actually.. “Ah, Mom, cut out the dramatics. I’ve been watching for close to a minute now.”My hands cupped my tits as best I could as I tried to scoot back on the table to get Eric out of me.“Come here, Jeff and take a look at her tattoo up close.”Jeff walked slowly to the table and looked down as Jeff pulled most of the way out of my pussy so Jeff’s view would be unobstructed.“Jeff, don’t look at me. Just… make him stop… or go to your room.”My son still had one hand in his pocket as he used an index. He walked back towards the carpark and whistled as he left. By now I had my boner sticking through my zipper and was gently stroking it. I wasn't fully hard yet but I knew it wouldn't take long. I looked back over to the couple and saw Angie sat on Steve's face, grinding and writhing on him. She tipped her head back and I could see she was close to orgasm. She screamed out loud as she started to cum."Yes baby! Yes! Do you want me to squirt for you honey? Do you want your filthy whore to squirt. Tisha just slid forward and cleared him as his hot cum erupted from its lengthy barrel covering my chest. She slid her clit back down his full length and used her hot tight pussy to milk him. He seemed to be in a drug like trance and his entire body convulsed. She continued her long slid up and down his pinned manhood until his breathing returned. My mouth fell open as I watched her pussy gently massage his last drop of cum from him. He quivered one last time, and for some reason she continued.