I was in fact their “mother-fucker” but I didn’t appreciate the reference. I was in no condition to protest however, at the moment. Amber guid...ed my hand to Tiffany’s crotch and forcibly inserted two of my large, long fingers in her already sopping wet cunt. I did the best I could to continue the progress of Tiffany’s masturbation while concentrating on my own need to cum.I laid my head back against the couch and began my eventual surrender to the inevitable climax that Amber was now totally. He should have gotten the idea that I didn’t want to get intimate with my own son. He got back on top of me and entered my pussy. This time his dick was really hard. He rested his hands above my shoulders for support as he moved his hard dick in and out of me with his well muscled hips.With a couple of hard thrusts he finally cum, although his dick really improved, but I didn’t cum for him, I was looking forward to my husband’s dick. But my son did get my pussy nice and wet for my husband. My. He said I could sit for some time and enjoy my time there to which I said its alright jiju I can also work with your wife and be good like her. He did not speak a single word out of his mouth and continued eating.That night when my sister slept, jiju knocked on my door and said if I know how to cook food as he is feeling hungry and my sister has gone to bed taking a headache pill. I said “Obviously, I can cook” and went out wearing my shorts and t-shirt. Jiju kept following me in the kitchen. The straps were made of a sort of glittering gold plasticised material – leather is classier but plastic is easier to clean after a sex-session. The harness, I suppose it was, went nicely with my high-heels; and the whole effect, as I looked at myself in one of the big mirrors, was charming. Glancing round as I adjusted and tightened the narrow straps I saw that Osamu had entered the studio and was holding a professional video camera. I bowed respectfully to him as I returned to my platform..