I twisted my nipples as I watched the sight, my tongue licking at my lips.The tangy scent of hot pussy filled my nose, mother and daughter mixing together.Slipping my thumbs into my X-Men boxers, I took a loud gulp, closed my eyes Hairy in embarrassment and quickly pushed everything due South and stood up straight again holding my Howard the Duck t-shirt under my chin with my left hand as I rubbed the right across my nose and stood there like the prize Christmas turkey on show at the local butchers.The moment, as it could be said, felt utterly and absolutely surreal.For the longest minute amateur ever there wasn't a peep from either of us.I know she’s close and I’m going to join in when she cums.Then without prompting, with one hand, she grips her own nipple and lifts her breast high off her chest, while she slaps it hard on the underside with the other hand waking up nerves and sensations unfamiliar to her.She couldn't help but pant and moan as he actually pleasured her.Come in. It’s great to meet you Betsy.They switched positions but Rob flipped her over so her stomach was over the close up arm of the couch.We need to protect that soft skin of yours.My mouth was stretched to the max to fit this monster cock inside my mouth and when he pushed down my throat I could feel his cock rubbing off the inside of my throat.He made me cum in his mouth, pulling his masturbation mouth off my cock, he held his head back so all my seed could flow down his throat.He pulled her panties back up and gave her a quick kiss before shutting the Solo lights and locking may in total darkness again.May lay there staring into nothing for along while thinking about what Mr.Jay said... what daddy said she corrected herself. They laughed. Cheered. It passed a pair of girls making out in the living room, stripped down to their bras. This was the perfect close up place to leave its newest creation.It held in its hand a dainty and pristine pair of panties. Something cut for a schoolgirl to wear, full of all that virginal promise. A band of white lace encircled it and it had two words written in the brightest, reddest color: Cherry Tart.The figure fought the surge to watch the two girls kissing. They amateur were doing it willingly, mostly. Hairy One was stoned and the other almost drunk, but it wasn't from its magic. It wasn't the same as twisting and turning and molding girls into new beings. To show them different delights. The girl upstairs, its target, had experienced so many of them already.With effort, it dragged itself away and slipped up the stairs, ignored by the college youths masturbation moving up and down. They didn't Solo give the figure another glance.