"Huh?" Nothing," I answered. "I was just lost in thought." Oh. I'm sorry if I startled you." She waited for me to shrug in answer. "Have you seen the ...guys lately?" They're on babe patrol, right now." Oh. How about you, Kenny? Having any luck?I shrugged. She was scanning the crowd and didn't notice. I considered giving a verbal answer, but thought better of it. I did offer her a seat, which she took.We began a laboured conversation about nothing much at all. She was too concerned with watching. I just couldn’t believe how hard and deep her little pussywas fucking my cock. By now she was so wet her juices had drenched us both and would occasionally make splatter sounds when her ass slammed down against me. I had to get her off me before I dumped my first load inside her; the load that had been brewing in my balls was going all over Millie’s pussy and down the crack of her ass. I’d fantasized about that cum shot for so long I damn sure wasn’t going to let it be a second hand squirt,. Mom was sitting on one of the kitchen chairs, facing the right side of the room and Dad was standing next to her. It was instantly clear that they were planning on spanking me, right then and there."Get over here young lady!" It was typical of my mom's attitude, expecting me to do whatever she told me without question, regardless of the fact that I was an adult. Dad was equally stern but quieter.For a split second, I thought about telling them "no" and giving them a piece of my mind - but. She responded immediately, moaning slightly into my mouth as her nails dug into my shoulders. I was now massaging her luscious breasts, occasionally focusing on her hardening nipples. She moaned in appreciation, making soft cooing noises in response to my touch. The noises alone caused my cock to stiffen, and she in turn wiggled her bottom, pressing into me and making my balls ache from the built up pressure. We continued kissing with our tongues deep down each others throat, as Camille took my.