”“Yes!” I groaned, my dick throbbing. “Just keep stroking it. Keep playing with my balls.”“Ooh, yes, balls heavy with all that cum,” Mom... moaned. Her tongue flicked across her plump lips. “Just release it.”“Fuck, yes!” I snarled, the ache building. “Fist my cock faster, Maria. You want that cum! You and Mom... You're both my whores!”“We are!” she whimpered, her eyes glassy, like Mom's.“Cum on us!” Mom moaned, her voice so throaty. “Just explode on us.”My balls twitched. My cock throbbed. Cum. It had also allowed her the leeway to try positions that weren't quite possible with her own boyfriend and she had to admit grinding her clit over the boys' (all three at different times) pubes was something that Will could only simulate.But he could do things they couldn't and one of them was currently causing her to hurry from the room. Since his penis didn't vary much in size from turgid to wilted it tended to remain inside Marie's vagoo. Though tight, her muscles couldn't manage enough of a. I held my stiff manhood over Sandra’s lips and let her lick and suck my shaft, especially the sensitive head. Web-like strings of pre-cum swung down and attached to her chin and nose. The teasing had begun. ………………….. I played with Sandra’s nipples for ten minutes or so, pinching and pulling, and rolling each between my fingers and thumb. Sandra liked nipple play, and I took care to do it slowly and softly, letting the pleasure build. “Harder.” She instructed. I tweaked each nipple hard enough. “Then it would be my turn.” That part of the announcement was tinged with chagrin.“You don’t sound happy,” she said.“The evidence presented in the ear twisting wife or girlfriend has given me reason to think he may have been a cheater.”“Ah ... I see.”Unlike most people, she wasn’t using the ‘I see’ unknowingly. She Knew.”“May I use a phone. I need to make several calls.”“Certainly.” She stepped away from the desk.“Don’t go ... I’ll probably need a witness.”“Ooo ... speakerphone...” she pushed a.