Glancing back up, i could now see her bald smooth pussy, with just a hint of blonde bush above it, before i pushed her dress up to her waist, and then... leant in between her legs.As i neared that clean shaven mound, i stuck out my tongue, and then brushed roughly across her lips.Carol moaned softly, so i did it again, and then again, and every time i ran my tongue over her pussy, she moaned and relaxed back into the sofa cushions."There! Doesn't that make you feel better?" asked my mother to her. And again, my eyes still flinching shut my hands curled round the cold bar. “Count!” his voice is firm but erotic probably that Scottish accent, i'm a sucker for that, but I must obey his words and not be distracted, "One" I shout. My arse now probably looking like a blushing teenager, eager to move in for his first kiss, except this was with a hand WHACK "TWO": I yell the tingling in my bum both a stinging sensation but a turn on. His foot suddenly kicks my leg out further, with my body so. As I said yesterday, Lake Powell was awesome. Kip and I barely wore anything other than just speedos the entire time which is something I don’t even get to do here at home in Australia because I have random people dropping by all the time.There were thirteen of us one the boat and if you consider Kip and I a couple, it was six couples and one single guy (Jason). Kip and I had our own room with a double bed, two of the couples pitched tents (hehehe) on the top deck of the boat. Everyone kind of. He didn't think he would last very long; just her words were making his balls rumble, and her fingers wrapped around his dick were almost too much."Such a hot fucking cock my son has..." Stephanie cooed looking at it from up close, before she started rubbing it all over her face. With her eyes closed, she used just her index finger and thumb to move her son's prick around, rubbing the hot member over her flushed face. She rubbed it over her closed lips, over her cheeks and forehead, rubbed it.