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I trembled as I moved to this divan that Priscilla and her mother were setting it down. Their heavy tits heaved as they brought it from their little hiding place around the corner of the gym. They set it behind the table beneath the awning, a long, padded bench for us to have sex on it. I had curving arms so you could lean on it like a couch, Hardcore but doggystyle it had no back. It was like something Cleopatra would recline on. I grabbed my mom's deepthroat hand. She gasped as I led her to it. I couldn't believe this was happening, but... but... I was just so turned on. Incest! My body was on fire. If my futa-mother found party out... I shuddered, glad she wasn't coming. She had work to do. “You sure, Mom?” I whispered. “What about Futa-Mom?” “What about her?” she asked, a smile on her lips. “You've been having fun blowjob in the Program. I want to, too. Things are changing.” Shuddering, a darted in and kissed her on the lips. I'd learned I liked girls, too, this last week. Not as much as futas, but they were nice. I shuddered as I kissed my mother, this incestuous rush surging through my body. She whimpered against me then panted when I broke the kiss. I whirled around and shook my head. This was crazy, but I was ready to go wild. As a solid ball dropped into blowjob one of the pockets, Barb stepped back and allowed him to move around the table to find his next shot. They were doggystyle placed around the public squares and even along the party inside and outside of the city walls. He Hardcore kept calling us his black beauties. He kept his hand in place as he kept up the pace and when he felt her deepthroat tense he hissed, “Cum for me Silk, Now!” He saw she had her eyes closed and her arms were stretched above her head.