”“Oh, Mom, can I?”Marla nodded her head, her eyes bright with desire.Bob’s cock lurched up and down, and Marla saw the beading wetness at his ...piss-hole. She lifted her ass, stripping her panties off quickly and throwing them over the side of the bed. She then lay back, her skirt at her waist, her fingers opening her top to let her tits out. Her eyes kept gazing at her son’s balls and cock, her tongue running about her lips.She opened her legs wide.Bob gasped with excitement as he stared at his. He heard soft footsteps coming towards the top of the stairs. He remained frozen, not knowing what to do. His thoughts went to the .45 tucked in his back waistband.Lydia Mae appeared at the top of the stairs. Bobby Lee was there in plain sight next to one of the presents but she didn't seem to see him. Her head moved this way and that as she tried to make out the figure in the living room."Elvis, did you come back to me baby? I missed you," Lydia Mae exclaimed. Bobby Lee's mouth formed a. I could tell she enjoyed being fucked by the big guy.Some minutes later, Monica told me to lie down on the couch. She grabbed my cock, moved it a couple of times, and went down on me again. Damn, she knew how to suck cock. Her husband got closer with Janet and slammed Monica's ass. Monica grabbed his cock and rubbed it while she sucked mine. Janet put her pussy on my mouth and I licked it.Then, Monica got on top of me and put my dick inside her cunt again. Her husband took Janet, made her face. It was one of the things Tracy had begun to realize she adored about him yet it was the last thing she was thinking about as she stared at him. Visions of his naked body and the feel of him inside her made an ache shudder between her legs. Tracy pulled the coverlet around her, suddenly self-conscious. “Sorry,” she mumbled, “I… I was having a dream.” Eric came into the room, a couple of hot mugs of coffee in his hands. He handed one to Tracy. It was laced with French Vanilla Crème, just the.