She looked further down and noticed a little puddle under her daughter. That was just too much visual for her mind to handle and she was instantly ca...ught by and orgasm.Jenny: no, not another one. OH MY GOD.She said in a pleading voice as her body went tense and she struggled to keep standing. Becky on the other hand had moved her face just a few inches away and held her face under her mother’s pussy with her mouth opened and was rewarded by a strong gush of feminine cum squirting all over. ” The search goes on. About two hundred metres down the road she says, “The house for sale on the left looks promising! Let’s go around the back to check it out.” The house has two wings of three floors with a two floor area in between. It’s roof appears to be a patio area for both top floors because they can see pot-plants behind the hip-high wrought iron fence. The driver nods yes and takes the next left turn followed by turning into the lane behind the row of houses. All of the blocks in. We fuck like animals for a long time and her fingers went back to her pussy. It felt great again and I didn't take long cumming and damn near over filled her pussy with so much cum. At that point I fell asleep from being exhausted. Then I awoke to a strange noise that sounded like a moan. As I slowly opened my eyes it was a sight to behold my wife was fisting her sweet pussy. I couldn't believe how much that turn me on. When she pulled her hand back I could see her Knuckles pushing against her. ’ she finally said after a moment or two. ‘Not sure I’m ready for you to see this.’ She slithered over to me, touching me slightly like no other touch I’d felt from my friend, as if an electric current had shot out from the tips of her fingers. ‘Come over,’ she continued. I swallowed the golf ball that had mysteriously lodged in my throat. How’d that get there? What’s suddenly so dramatic about a painting of my face? Well, nothing, if it had been a painting of my face. While not the ‘actual.