My shoes squished noisily as I entered the living room with a smile on my face.Martha was sitting at the dining table. Her eyes popped open. She excla...med, "You ran anyway?" Yep." I pulled my sopping t-shirt over my head.She rose and hurried toward me, glaring, her jaw set. She pointed at the floor. "You're dripping all the over the floor! Get in the kitchen to do that!"I smiled, but said obediently, "Yes, ma'am," and I started for the kitchen, my shoes squishing all the way.Martha kept after. He had enough sense to be quiet now so his cousin wouldn't get wise that he was fucking Linda. So, in silence, Ron's cock rhythmically stroked within Linda's warm, damp pussy.Her sense rapidly reaching a boil, Linda came. She had to bite her tongue to keep from crying out with pleasure. And she anticipated that the difficulty she felt in stifling her delight was bound to become even more of a struggle. The way her nephew's cock pumped inside her pussy told Linda that Ron would be shooting his. More

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