I always love the second time, as it usually lasts so much longer than the first. I slammed into her, pushing her into the moss. I knew her skirt was ...probably getting filthy, but I dont think either of us cared. We moved together like one being, our movements matched perfectly. I was even harder and larger than I had been earlier, and I felt her slip into a massive chain orgasm. She laid back as I pounded into her. I held her heels in my hands, so she did not have to support them, and kept. I could tell this was going to work but I don't know how long my neck could take the strain. I asked if he had something to put under my neck and he immediately jumped out of the bed, grabbed his clothes from the car and jumped back in the bed. He took his t-shirt and pants and rolled them up to make a fake pillow. I positioned my head so that it was hanging off the back and now I was in a sustainable position. Miguel didn't even wait for me to give the go ahead and he pressed the tip of his. Behind her my daughter, still wearing jeans and blouse, her normal school clothing, knelt behind. Liz pulled her mom's ass wide apart and had her tongue half submerged into the round wrinkled anus.My wife never let me near her asshole, telling me that it never turned her on.I broke with protocol and asked, "Do you have more of my wife' getting her ass filled?"No answer. I went home frustrated and stunned.The next day I received a picture that answered my last request perfectly. My daughter lay. " I heard the water start in her bathroom and also heard the door lock. Taking no chances. I wandered around her room just looking to see what kind of girl Nicki really was inside.It wasn't girly feminine—certainly not like Brenda's room—but it wasn't all draped in black with big revolution posters, either. What it was, really surprised me. She'd written on the walls. I don't mean like graffiti. In random places on the walls were snippets of poetry. This wasn't her poetry. The entirety of.