I could feel droplets of my dampness dripping down my thighs, I slipped my finger inside my panties, my pussy felt soaked. Then I heard a loud grunt f...rom behind the door. A loud whisper “No don’t pull out, stay inside me” another grunt, “Oh god yes”. A third grunt, “Fill me….” Then a loud gasp and their movement stopped, the room became still. Both mom and Ben had cum, I was on the brink, but had to stop my self, knowing they would hear me. I moved away from the door, creeping back towards the. "He wouldn't believe me. He'd think I was just trying to get him to make you leave." We wouldn't want that, now would we?" I said as I took my hand away and I would almost be willing to bet that I saw disappointment in her eyes as I did.That night changed the dynamic between Edith and me. Edith took to wearing her robe all the time when we watched television and she always moved in such a way that the robe would partially open so I could see that she was naked underneath. I was pretty sure by. I then pulled his thick cock out of his boxers and began to rub it with my hand while we kissed. I could feel his cock getting harder with each stroke. As he began to get even more hard I knelt down and took his 8 inch cock into my mouth. I started moving up and down fast, then slow. He put both his hands on my head and started to guide my head up and down, pushing his fat cock into my small tight mouth and down my throat. I could feel him getting close and slowed the pace, licking the tip and. Besides, it would destroy her to lose her John. She was from enduring nomadic stock, and mothers had sent their children (admittedly not under two years old) off to tend the herds for centuries. A nomadic woman could expect to lose up to two or three of every ten children born to her in the first two years due to disease or hardship. The tough survived, and four year old children walked most of the migration routes, wearing their lovingly crafted boots.It hardly seemed very adventurous yet,.