Now Jay reminded me about it, and I could only sigh and lie down. “You didn’t even go to your own homecoming in high school.”
“I asked every damn girl in the school, mom. Soon I was comfortably switching between my sister’s tight and sensitive vagina and mom’s warm and hairy one. “Come on now, Johnny. What an adorable sight. After a while Jay’s head started moving rhythmically just like mom’s, and I could hear wet sounds as my sister was thrusting her moist little tongue into her own mother’s hairy vagina. I got up and tried to sound calm and nonchalant when I spoke to her: “You have to stop doing that. However, mom just casually said: “Don’t leave your wallet in the pocket unless you want to have it washed, although I’m sure you don’t have any money in there as usual.”
I looked away and drew a deep breath. Their breasts were jiggling in unison with my thrusts, their tender and perked out nipples often touching. Her lips were red and pouty, and they were sliding
