But soon their embrace was broken and S grabbed my hand and pulled me towards her. Our lips met once again. K took her tank top off. I couldn’t help... but utter “Oh my god, how did I get so lucky.” The girls looked at one another again. ”We could say the same thing, S told me about your equipment.” K said.I continued kissing S, I was in love with those lips of hers. But my hands were all over K, her big boobs begging to be released from her bra. I couldn’t believe what was happening. S took her. "Yeah and I've even come to love it. She makes me suck the guy's cock first usually, before she makes me guide it into her pussy; she then belittles me as she is fucked by a real man, her words, and then after he comes in her cunt she makes me eat her cream pie," he admitted, his face oddly showing no humiliation but only openness as if he were sharing with a kindred spirit. Was I? Was I like him, just not as far down the road yet? This made me recall the creamy cream pie between Lauren's lower. “Don’t stop babe, I need you…” I moaned. He grinned mischievously and pulled down his jeans. His cock sprang free of its confinements, its head poking out the top of his boxers. He pulled those down too and his dick stood straight up in front of him. It was big. He wrapped his hand around it and started stroking himself while gazing at my exposed body. I spread my legs as wide as I could and reached my hand down, slipping a finger into my soaking twat. I didn’t drop my gaze from his and I heard. Its more than that mom. I’ve always ... I’ve wanted ... well, I have always desired you mom. Sexually I mean.”That froze everything. Time seemed to stop, her smile had melted into something unreadable, her eye lids widening.The waiter showed up with a tray with our drinks - hot tea for mom and a tall glass of Coke for me. This gave mom the opportunity to yank her hand from mine.With the pimply faced waiter gone, mom leans right into the table, hissing at me, “Is this some kind of joke?” She.