It was hard to keep my tongue on her vagina, but I did my best. She was obviously very excited as she was practically a river of juices, and I did my ...very best to catch every succulent drop. In this excited state, her glistening lips had swollen and her pink clit was quite visible as I leaned up to take it between my teeth. Slowly, I ran my wet tongue over it, then gently sucked it into my hungry mouth. It wasn't long until my mistress began to pull my hair and scream, her whole body tensing. It was one of the things that had told me that our relationships were changing from when the three of us first got together. Initially, I was in the middle with the girls sharing me but now it was Jatz who was the centre of attention or rather I was on the outer. The girls kissed and held each other. I lay quietly for a time until I felt Jatz push her bottom back against me. I massaged her back and kissed her on the nape of the neck. As I kissed her she cooed like a little pigeon calling to its. I could feel the cum running down my legs, knowing the carpet would need to be washed again, not caring, wanting only to cum again. Marco grunted and his prick pulsed in my pussy, sending his sperm to join Giovanni’s, more running down my legs. Marco hadn’t been gone for three seconds before Matteo plunged into my pussy. The plug and his prick, more crowded than before. Marco lined up his cock for my mouth, waiting to be licked clean. It had even more cum on it. More of mine, more of the men’s.. .. nothing. When he met his mother's eyes again, she was smiling at him, looking as if she'd been doing nothing more than standing there the whole time, as if she had expected him to... to not know it happened.But Oliver did know, and he felt hurt, and confused, and something else, too. He felt guilty, because he was angry—furious even, with his mother. But he didn't feel guilty for feeling that way. Oliver martin felt guilty because as he thought of his brother, trapped and alone, he realized.