“I'M CUMMING!” is what came out. I saw stars and started spasming. He laughed and kept pushing. I kept cumming. Wave after wave crashed over me. �...��Beg me for it!” “PLEASE FUCK MY ASS. PLEASE, MIKE, FUCK MY ASS!”He laughed more and started slowly pumping in and out. His hands were on my hips. I saw stars, gasping for air, writhing while impaled on his cock. My insides still clenched and released. Mike began to pick up the pace. Smacking my ass every four or five thrusts. I was now meeting his. Maybe that was it. Maybe he had blocked it out. He had always been such a dick his whole life, so why wouldn't his father take it out on him like this?Richie had no more words to placate his father. Was this supposed to be his confrontation? If so, he had failed. Again. He finally understood that his whole life had been one failure after another. It was little wonder why Jason took so long to help Richie with his mother; even he knew that whatever he did, Richie would find a way to fuck it. It was obvious she was paying much closer attention to me than even to Hannah, or certainly, to any of the other passengers. As we approached the Atlanta airport where we had a layover, she returned to my side. This time, she asked us if we were departing in Atlanta. Hannah responded that we were headed to New Orleans for Mardi Gras and staying for a week. She looked a bit disappointed, and told us to enjoy our vacation, then walked away.She left to prepare for landing; with the exit of. Mommy neighbor had increased the tempo of pushing and pulling when I stood next to the chair and my girl began to kiss, lick, and suck the head of my wet cock. My hips were thrusting in short movements pushing myself farther and farther into her mouth and throat.Her rubbing became intense the longer she sucked and my hardness increased due to her mouth and the sound of her wetness. I looked over to mommy neighbor in time to watch her lift her legs, curl her toes, and allow herself to reach.