But, like her brother, Holly was not trying to surge to the creamy crest.

Holly had given up Saturday morning handjobs some time ago, when she found out that her nubile girlfriend, Linda Blake, was only too happy to do it for her.

Neither girl was a dyke, to be sure – they just loved to frig each other off and feel each other up – and soon, Holly hoped, they might get down to more naughty things, as well.

Still without being lesbians, she saw no reason why they couldn't be cunt lappers.

And so, Holly fondled her tits, played with her pussy and teased her tight little asshole, without cumming, as she eagerly eavesdropped on Mom and Dad.

And this, too, was playing perfectly into the plans that Diana had for the day.

Diana was thinking about that scheme, at the moment, as Dan shoveled his enormous prick in and out of her foaming fuckhole in a frenzy.

She was hot for both of her kids – and still adoring a solid cuntful of her husband's mighty prick, the one lustful desire in no way precluding the other.

She bowed and bridged, arched and undulated, her whole lush body moving sensually. Her hips pumped down as he stuffed her, then rolled and twisted around as he drew back, so that she was winding her cunt around on his cock like a juicy nut screwed onto a meaty bolt.

Her ass hiked up as he drove in, churning and jolting. She clamped her thighs around his flanks, locking her heels behind him, rubbing them up and down through the crack of his ass and dipping down into his groin from behind to brush them against his balls.

He plunged in, pumping girl goo from her cunt each time his thick prick filled her to the brim.

His vibrant cock hissed up her cunthole and slurped as he tugged it back out against the suction of her squeeze box pussy. Her cuntlips distended down his prick as he yanked out, damned near pulling her pussy inside out.