Staying impaled on my cock, she pivoted around one hundred eighty degrees so she now had her back to me, and was facing Amy. ‘And here’s an even b...etter view,’ mom said, and I knew exactly what Amy’s eyes had in store — mom’s asshole gripping my cock and, an inch above, her red, inflamed pussy exposed and on view. ‘Oh shit, this is beautiful! This is too much!’ Amy gasped as she took in the obscenely vivid panorama. And that panorama wasn’t just good to look at. In this position mom’s pussy was. Making him happy, feeling good and in security with him , my old pastor friend feeding me the cock, like he knew its what i neededwe had to get off the bus , i was pull up mouth glittering looking at his sloppy bbc in comtemplation''you want more?''nodding at him putting it back in his jeanswalking out off the buswalking toward my appartement''you sure about this, i might want to try that cute ass ''his hand going inside my short pulling me toward him as we walk in the darkhis finger rubbing on. Music began to play and a man stepped to the center of the stage and spoke in Spanish. When he left the stage an attractive, tall Mexican girl walked through the curtains and began to dance to the music. The crowd cheered her on. She was wearing a blue, floor-length evening gown that was slit to her hip. She didn't wear the gown for long. Before the first song ended she deftly unzipped and unsnapped the garment which was soon laying at her feet. She wasn't wearing a bra, pasties or a g-string.. .. do you remember... when we found you on the hill... do you remember what you said... about my mom?"He dropped her hand as well as eye contact. "Uh, a little bit," he said, trying to sound casual."You said I looked like her," she said to prompt his memory."Oh! Yeah... right." My dad says that a lot, too," she said tentatively."Yeah, I know he does." Is that what you were thinking of? I mean, when you saw me leaning over you, did I look like... like a picture of her that dad has shown you?"It.