There was a knock at her hotel room door. ”“Yes, what’s your son’s name by-the-way? I don’t think you’ve told me,” Gia asked. We led her to the machine, Bill placed a bench. He found a large leather belt made for weightlifting and installed it on her tiny waist. Shouldn't we try some other exercise?" He pointed a big machine like a bridge with two pillars of steel and ropes, weight and pulleys. "We also need to check her mouth an tongue muscles!" I said.She took me in her mouth.The photographer dropped his camera and advised us: "Gentlemen, our model becomes more and more a slut but also more and more exhausted. As I strolled down to the quay I got the usual whistles from the fishermen who were packing up for the day, but I ignored them and sat down to wait for. I'll make sure you're OK today." He winked.The day passed uneventfully and I had missed Tim, so when it got near to 6.30 I decided I'd walk down to the harbor to meet him off the boat. Joe was already there and I'm sure he gave me a knowing look, as if to say 'I know what you've been up to'. Mom moaned, groaned and grunted as I was licking her sweet 40 year old pussy while she was licking her 15 year old daughters cunt. I looked up to see her sitting on Mom’s face while Mom was tongue fucking her daughter. I was about to taste Mom’s cunt for the first time when I heard Cassie squeal. I smiled to myself when I noted the irony that Cassie and I were borne from this cunt and (certainly in Cassie’s case) we’d been fucking it for th.
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