I said, “Well, look for yourself.”Unpause and she stood there agape. “Wow, is that them?”I told her yes."We shouldn't be watching this. I don'... want to think about your dad like that and she's my friend." Suddenly, she stopped talking. She just watched for a few seconds. Her position on the matter had changed."Oh wow. She has a pretty pussy. Look at his big one going in and out. I can't believe they video themselves. This is hot."We watched for a few minutes and chatted about the things we saw.. I know where this conversation is going and yet I am still surprised when they ask. "Would I go to bed with them?"I suppose I asked to take a shower first so that I could get my head around their request. I step out of their shower and wrap a towel around myself. I walk into their bedroom and they are on the bed. I can see his erection through the thin material of his shorts. They are kissing and he has opened the zip on her hoodie. She has no bra on and her breasts are exposed. She is dimpled. All this danger with no women in sight for weeks to brag to and woo into the sack . The town nearby is off limits. The Lady of the estate suggests the nearby bunkhouse used during the harvest season when extra workers are needed. This small room can serve as a ready room in the tradition of the Lafayette Escadrille. Complete with wine if needed. Singing while marching can only boost morale so much. But with wine, you have Esprit de Corps! The estate has fruit presses after the harvest has been. Beside him, her arm linked through his Karen was wearing flip flop sandals and a light flowery summer dress and nothing else!She'd originally slipped on a pair of panties but her randy son had dropped to his knees and eased them down over her thighs.He'd placed a kiss on her slit and inhaled the fragrance of her cunt before lifting her onto the work top and dining eagerly on the glistening pink wetness of her cunt.Twice she'd climaxed, grinding her hips against his face until the mail dropping.
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