He leaned his ear on the wall in the place he knew he'd hear the best. The old man stepped into the bedroom and Michael heard the bed squeal in pain f...rom the mound of drunken flesh that dropped its weight on it. Michael pressed his ear against the wall more as he made out their voices. The old man couldn't whisper if he tried with the usual poor attempt at sweet-talk. She tried to pretend to be sleeping, but she was awake. She knew, too, what was next.She learned for years not to fight it. Just. Asleep head falling on her left shoulder''great great''pulling her nice bog tities outhe got his bbc out and help it i her mouthhis fat dark bbc in and out of mommy not reacting''great mouth your mom feels great''''come here''he made me stand near him mom right there head tilt mouth getting open''she is beautifull sucking on my big cock''he took my pijama down and masssaged my ass teasing on the plug''you are a good boy here take her head help her on my cock''he have me mommy head and it felt. “Wider”, he commanded. She didn’t comply. “Stop fucking playing….” And he plunged himself into her opening. The sensation of his hard, thick dick filling the wet, tight pussy sent waves of pleasure just in that one stroke. “Oww!” she cried out. “Easy baby, I know you want it mon. Relax sweetheart.” He told her softly.Every thrust was slow, long, deep and very wet. Her moans alone could make him come, but he was holding out, making sure she was pleasured. So far her moans were soft and she. Then I felt George press her lips against my flower, catching the trickle of champagne that found its way down there. Her tongue gently parting me, seeking out my neatly folded petals and adding to their already aroused dampness. As I opened my eyes and looked up, I saw Lorraine striding over my head. I could see her gorgeous pink petals, open and glistening with her juices as she offered them to me, sliding over my nose gently to my lips so that I could detect her sweet aroma and then her.