“She wont have been stuffed just yet. Things are just starting to Hardcore get interesting. We should go downstairs. I want a tongue up my pussy.” Veronica led the way to the dance floor knowing perfectly well where Cassie was. Jermaine the doorman had given her a hood with a subtle fluorescent strip which flickered silver under the clubs lights. Information that had not been shared with Emily. Cassie was dancing. This place was beyond her wildest dreams. Hands both male and female had roamed freely across her body, caressing her tits, ass, and pussy. She had enjoyed the back free bar and was feeling more than a little tipsy. Soft cocks were now increasingly hard and rubbing against her ass and shaven pudenda. She touched and caressed them, longing to take them into gay her mouth. She had given the odd blowjob before, but this was a different league. “Hi” Said a voice from over her shoulder. anal Cassie turned to see a tall, statuesque porn middle-aged woman, with red deeply glossed lips, standing before her. Sam squealed, “Mom!” She looked him in the eyes and licked her lips expectantly, her eyebrows cocked, gay her head tilted, waiting for his porn answer. It was all over in a matter of minutes – he wasn’t as skilled as Bethany but she’d been so pent up it made no difference. With their up-thrust breasts sticking I tweaked them gently. I ripped the shackles from her with my mind and pulled her into an embrace. I put back my hands on her waist and my mouth on hers. She did not know however that her own son was peeping and hearing, Hardcore unseen from a distance, in a state of extreme arousal and excitement. The top of the dressed plunged down, a bit lower than anal Sara’s and showed off more of her cleavage. He looks around at my men. Emma got the hint, that was going to be a surprise for the other two teens in the room. Don't want anyone interrupting us.” She's my wife, Becky.” His smile grew when he said that.