’ ‘Okay, so this is grudge sex.’ ‘Excuse me?’ ‘Grudge sex. Where you look for the lookalike of someone you didn’t like and beat him to f...eel better. Most of the women I meet want that.’ ‘You can call it that. No more questions.’ Her car drew up beside her building on Washington Heights. She took him up the stairs and into her apartment. ‘Just a few more rules Zach. For the next half an hour or so, I will call you Simon. Don’t ask why, just accept it. I think it would be best for you if you kept. Clint!”Her hands dug into his t-shirt, gripping it tight. Her moans were so loud. She was cumming again on her big brother's dick. He churned her pussy to a froth. I groaned. Damn, Clint was such a stud. I worked my dick harder, faster, my balls boiling, the pressure building and building.Jenny trembled beside me, her hand frigging her pussy faster and faster, bulging out her tights and panties. She groaned softly, her face so flushed. She was so beautiful. I studied her profile, listening to. ‘Chas, sit on the chair. The slut can kneel between your legs and carry on. I want to piss all over her cunt!’Positions were changed and as Chas sat and pulled back his legs, the camera zoomed in close to reveal fully his filthy looking distended asshole, dripping with Ellen’s saliva. With the camera so close it was easy too see the lust in my wife’s eyes. ‘Right, Slut – get your fuckin’ tongue in there and keep playing with your own cunt!’ ordered Alex, and to help, he pushed her head into. I could sense my son's cum oozing out of my cunt. As I stood, I felt a drop suddenly dripped out of my cunt and landed over my feet. I walked towards my dressing table, looked at my reflection in the full size mirror. I watched my body glowing in the most sensuous afterglow under the effect of tremendous fuck; I had just received from my son.I watched in the mirror, as Rick descended from the bed and followed me. He stood behind me, pulling my warm body into a deep embrace. I could feel his.