The husband next door, he thought; the cute girl who'd probably freak right out if she could see what was happening upon this bed. If either of the re...maining Carter's saw their mother-wife bare-assed and panting for him, they'd think they'd gone crazy. Or else, they'd get so hot they couldn't stand it.Almost as hot as he was getting, he thought, and was glad when his mother shivered violently, her pussy thrumming around his sliding rod as she came in a series of twisting humps of her crotch.. This was the Biggie -- an Official, stay-up-late date with the Beautiful Molly, she of the flaming red hair, fore and aft -- or, at least, top and bottom.Molly phoned me on Saturday morning. "Hey, Greg!" Hi, Molly. You're not calling to tell me you changed your mind about tonight, are you?" C'mon, Greg! Show a little self-confidence! We're definitely on for tonight. But I was calling to make certain you didn't accept my offer to come over for back yard sunbathing today." I didn't even know that. She was the constant in my life from my early teens till now. She was always so beautiful, with gorgeous Latin looks. As I grew up and turned sixteen, many of my masturbation sessions were about her. She seemed to grow sexier with age and she seemed to wear more provocative clothing as I aged. By the time I turned eighteen and was in college, aunt Jesse wore see-through blouses and dark bras. I knew she was just trying to tease me and mom would berate her for it. ———It was a Thursday and I had. I was rock hard: my dick was throbbing, the head bulging. When Brandy slid her right hand down my rock hard shaft, I moaned, involuntarily, into her mouth. It felt so good; my tool was so sensitive to her touch. She worked my shorts down my thighs and continued to stroke me as our deep kiss continued.After our kiss, I looked back at the couple. "Are they looking at us," Brandy asked, my dick still in her hand."No, they're standing now, but not really looking at us," I explained."Scoot up,".