In a way, I couldn’t help myself.I felt guilty about this, though, and after a few weeks of this decided that I needed to do something other than sn...eak behind my girlfriend’s back to view web sites. I didn’t want to stop viewing the sites without exploring the possibility that she would be okay with it so I decided to tell her about the sites.?Do you think of me when you view those sites?? she asked.I didn’t want to insult her by insinuating that she was that type of woman so I quickly said. ‘What? That’s not the same thing, Coach!’ ‘I had to see how the different bets related to each other. It seems the most recent bet covers early bets. Now that’s no good.’ ‘Why?’ ‘Because that means I can reverse all of them right now, but someone else can put them back on again later. For example, I dare you to take all your clothes off and sit on my lap.’ ‘No!!’ There was no way to stop herself from utter humiliation. The jacket was tossed to the floor. Off came the top and then the skirt. Her. The pace increased, and not slowly.It must have been a busy day for Jean-Luc, as it was clear he wanted to finish quickly. Miranda got the message and discarded the theatrics, opening her mouth more so she could breathe freely as he began thrusting into her. She took him deep each time, her lips suction around his shaft, her teeth whispering against his cockhead when she came up, just as she knew he liked.It wasn’t long before he was thrusting deep into her, her mouth making embarrassing sounds. Not too long after, Andy had my mother’s tits out of her cat suit and was sucking them, as my mother’s body was wiggling like crazy and she was panting and moaning heavily.I was urging Andy on the whole time and when I began rubbing up my mother’s pussy, with my hand, it didn’t take long for my mother to explode into a screaming bucking orgasm. As soon as she finished and was calming down, I told Andy it was time to take our whore upstairs and fuck her. My mother chimed in by saying, that she.