"So does that," her mother responded just as hotly, moaning pleasurably now as she continued frigging her clit, fucking my cock. "This ... this is so ...fucking naughty!" she breathed a second later. "Who'd have thought?" she barely managed to even say."You've got that right," Stacy agreed now reaching upwards to remove her tee shirt, freeing and exposing her breasts a moment later. And though she had, she kept her panties on, though she now slid them off to one side, partially exposing her own. As my finger moved to the top of her perfect slit, I felt the tiny round knob hiding under its covering. I felt how hard and stimulated it was. She moaned an even heavier moan as I touched it, massaged it through its hood. I looked at her face and her eyes were closed and she was biting her bottom lip. I looked down, and her smooth slit was glistening with pure desire. Slowly, I took my thumb and index finger and peeled back the thin layer that covered her clit. She moaned even more as I. She ran a few fingers in and out of me and licked at my tits before latching onto a nipple lightly with her teeth.“OH FUCKKKKK!” I moaned loud enough for the whole house to hear.“Beg for more cock…” I heard Kait whisper loud enough for me to hear. “Beg for them to pound you so hard.”As our eyes met, I knew she meant it. She was getting off on seeing me get used like a cum dumpster. So I did the only thing I could think of. I did what she asked.“PLEASE, FUCK ME! USE ME! PLEASE MAKE ME A CUM. "I don't mind dad," said Martin, "it was really fun! We had a littlefashion show before you came!" What do you mean - fun?" asked Martin's Dad. "you're all kitted out ina dress and makeup and you think it's fun!"Mr. Walsh seemed to be getting more agitated by the minute.Before Marta could reply Mrs. Walsh spoke up. "Now don't get you pantiesin a twist, George, I seem to recall quite a few times in college whenyou thought it was fun George. Remember all of the dances that we usedto go to and.