.. Head tucked, lips working at the junction between Randall's neck and shoulder, breasts pressed against his chest, Darla Jean began posting on Randa...ll's cock, her ass moving rhythmically up and down. Randall had a hand on each ass cheek, guiding and encouraging, but Darla Jean was doing the work, riding him more and more furiously. She was looking for hers, not worrying too much about Randall -- he'd get there. In the meantime, his long, thick, hot rod was doing wonderful things to the inside. It took about twenty minutes to drive the eight miles or so to the theater due to the afternoon traffic. But they made it and they were able to find parking nearby.They crossed the street and began walking down Hollywood Boulevard looking at all the stars on the famous Walk of Fame. They walked past Grauman's Chinese Theatre and she asked Peter to take her picture in front of the iconic theater. They continued walking down the street, looking at the famous names on the stars embedded in the. And that's when I noticed her mouth was wide open and waiting for his cock because if there is one thing she love's it is sucking cock. Seeing another cock in her mouth made my cock even more swollen than it already was. So I began to pound her soaking wet pussy harder than I ever have and immediately realizing how much it turned me on seeing him ball's deep in my wife's mouth savagely and aggressively fucking it like she was just a slut we found on the street so I did my best to pound her. “Missy Bourne! You stop that right now!” Mommy scolded. I looked at her defiantly and slid a finger up my cunt.“Fuck that feels good!” I sighed, pumping it into me furiously. “Stop it right now little girl! Get out of the car immediately!” I looked up and realized we were parked in the driveway. Unfazed by Mommy’s stern voice I used my other hand to rub my clit. Oh yea, I was so close. “I am going to count to three and then I’m going to make sure you get ZERO cock for a month. Do you hear me.