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Their mutual emotions suddenly kicked into a kaleidoscope, bright electrical energy swirling in their mind as Tasha orgasmed on Frank's face. He quit stimulating her, as he knew that she got sensitive after she came, and gently extricated himself from the embrace of her powerful legs. He wiped his mother's slime from his face and stuck his MILF fingers in his mouth, savoring the taste of her. He kept a hand on her knee, keeping their link alive as the galaxy of pleasure and connection between them slowly dialed down and slowed. Finally, Tasha took her fingers from her hair and opened her eyes. “Oh my son! You get better and better at that every time you do it.” Frank beamed in his mother's praise. She got shakily to her feet with Frank helping her, and they clasped arms for a moment, her protruding belly gently touching his lower stomach. Leaning in, she pressed her lips against his, and they shared a loving kiss for a full minute. They broke apart when they heard a suppressed giggle from the direction of the kitchen. Frank turned and saw both Vanessa and Jean standing in the threshold of the kitchen, Jean with a playful smile on her face, and Vanessa smirking. Tasha grinned and laid her head on Frank's chest, her face flushing. Frank rolled his eyes and sighed into his mother's hair. “How long were you two watching?” Vanessa just shrugged and leaned against the wall. Jean put her hands at the small of her back and pushed her belly out as she spoke. “Since mom first moaned. We just wanted to see you in action objectively.” Frank made a noncommittal noise, pretending to be mad. He planted a kiss mature on his moms head, and left her arms, making for his sisters, a smile creeping over his composure. “You’re a pair of naughty girls,” Frank said as he stopped in front of them, “as punishment, both of you will suck my cock until I cum.” “Oh no, please, not that.” Vanessa said wryly, making Jean giggle. Frank pointed with one finger to the floor between his feet. Without hesitation, Jean knelt on the carpet and expertly undid his fly. His nine inch cock, mostly hard from stimulating their mother, flopped out as Jean pulled his pants down, and smacked Jean in the face. She gasped and then laughed, blinking at the white monster staring her in the face. Vanessa joined her sister on the Hardcore floor as Jean grasped the rigid asian muscle in her hand and began to stroke it; her tender fingers making sparks dance in Frank's nerve endings. As Jean opened her mouth japanese and took his cock head into her mouth, Tasha's arms snaked around Frank's ribs from behind. He mindlessly pressed the home button, expecting to find the selfie he had taken with Katie on his lock screen. “But you’re both cheating asian on Dad.” To be continued... When we stopped, I did not even need encouragement to MILF start touching them again – it just felt like what ought to be done. To Sammi's horror, without hesitation, once Ben managed to get mature her thighs to open several inches at the knee, he slid his open hand all the way up between her legs till the side of his hand brushed against, first the inside hem on the denim shorts and then, with only a bit more pressure, the side of his hand made contact between her legs at the crotch of her denim shorts. The following day was a repeat but maybe a little less rampant. Ariela japanese grinned, enjoying the conquest of this little bitch as she started to sink her cock into the girl's wet pussy, tight and hot around her she closed her eyes, hearing Sophia groan in pleasure around Belind’s cock as she sheathed her sword in the girl, losing herself to the sensations wrapped around her thick cock. In other ways too, he was sure, she flirted with him, friendly hugs always lasted a Hardcore few moments too long, her hand often squeezing him here or there as she did, her eyes would wander over his body and even when he caught her looking, she would continue, never ashamed to be caught by him. Instead of responding, the worm snaked toward her wounds, and began to wind itself around her arm and shoulder, stretching itself to cover the burnt and blackened flesh. Brittany grunted in pleasure. In her other hand was a slimy, writhing mass of dark flesh that was alive in the most unsettling possible way. “God, no you can’t please,” she gasped then her words stopped. Do you know how mirrors are made? Roo! "Would you like to ask her yourself?" It means fucking garbage to me. And hey.” He lifted my chin with his finger so our eyes could meet.