We pounded our anxious pubes together. We both groaned constantly. I felt the car sway a bit, Eva was drifting across the highway lanes as she turned ...her attention from driving to eyeballing us. When Dora screamed again, we almost left the road, but I was too busy to notice then, what with Dora’s legs locked around my back and her heels shoving me deeper inside her. And she screamed yet again. What a voice! Ah, the sounds of orgasms I have caused are sweet music to my ears! I came into Dora. "Come with me, my good man, let me show you my bedroom," and we walked hand-in-hand down the hall to the master bedroom. As we entered, I turned to him, pulling him to me, kissing him as my hands pulled up his polo shirt and got it up over his head and off. He was fairly muscular and solid as I ran my hands over his chest, tweaking his nipples a bit, getting them hard like mine were. He started on my blouse as I stood there letting him disrobe me, kissing my body as it was exposed to him. As my. Eight sharp, don’t be late.’ This was rather ironic, considering that Glory was always the late one. Amanda was positive that Glory was going to be late for her own funeral. Glory Jacobson had no sense of time. She never wore watches and if she bought a clock, it was always digital. Glory hated having to decipher the hands, it made her feel stupid. Fabtabulous: A descriptive word that describes the inner workings of a cocaine addict. ‘I’m feeling fabtabulous’ the addict says, an obvious lie. . Nothing had yet been said, my mind was now inoverdrive as was my cock, I was in bed with my stepdaughter and her daughter, my granddaughter, I wasball deep in my step daughter’s pussy and Sarah hadjust whispered in my ear to keep some for her.Anne was flexing her muscles and was building up asteady rhythm as she rode me Sarah had reached acrossand was rubbing my ball sack and her mother’sclitoris.Sadly I did not have the resolution and my ballsstarted to churn as I shot my cum deep.