Then she took her son’s prick in her mouth. Dressed in her tight jeans and T-shirt and drinking a cup of coffee, Monica was lounging across the sofa in the spacious living room. Indian sex Finally, I pulled out of her and lay back along the bed along with Danny, Monica between us and just as tired. For now, I just got down on my hands and knees whilst Danny got himself some hand-cream from the bathroom (his mother was out so we didn’t have to worry about being caught…for now.)
Soon, Danny was kneeling behind me, slathering cream onto his dick. Seemed to be quite forthright in explaining that sex was as much for fun as it was for making babies.”
“Doesn’t mean she’ll want to fuck us though!” I laughed, though I was beginning to like the idea and saw that Danny was serious. “Such lovely hard little dicks,” Monica crooned once she’d removed my penis from her throat, “I can’t wait to have these in me. We really want to have sex with a girl you see, and you’re the nicest looking girl we know mom! I’d started masturbating a few months ago and had taught Danny how to do it, both of us often jacking-off together. Next to me was Danny Pearce, my best buddy in the whole world.
