I need time to recuperate. She laughed. Okay, then. He rolled off her and watched as she swung her legs off the side of the bed and walked into the ...bathroom, her hips rocking and her ass swaying with every movement. He let his head drop back onto the bed and groaned. What the hell had have you gotten yourself into, he thought to himself. He heard the water turn on and the shower door open and close. He figured he should order some food. He didnt bother with clothes as he strode over to. I made Arjun touch their 7” long, thick, twitching hard tools, saluting us in full attention over the fabric as an appetizer. He gasped and withdrew his hand as if he had touched hot iron rods. By now, hormonal levels in us soared up. We were fully charged emotionally and ready for a full-fledged sex game.They were impatient and asked me to initiate the process. “Ok, listen. Three of us will feast on the fresh meat(meaning Arjun) First in clock-wise rotation and sticking to the timings,. You’re taking all of me in. Amanda has never been able to do that.”Ms. Russo’s feelings were in turmoil as he compared her to her daughter. On the one hand, it reminded her of the betrayal she was committing, but on the other hand, she was so proud to be a better fuck than her daughter for this man.After a minute, he shoved his cock in all the way and held it. Ms. Russo felt it jammed down her throat. She couldn’t breathe. Soon panic set and she began to struggle, but strangely the helplessness. Ten, fifteen, twenty, twenty-five, and thirty seconds, as if time was slowing down, my tender nude pussy had just nestled into the warm curvature of the plywood seat, that rose tantalising from my anus, to form a wave like curve between my legs, parting my labia and crushing my swelling clitoris on its crest, and as I leant forward on the most female of feminine pleasure chairs, I could feel my teenage body rock gently, my nude buttocks clench and relax on that deliberately man made curve to.