The teen's voice was getting thicker. His words were coming out with more difficulty. "Uuuhhh, Mrs. Baker… your pussy's so hot! Feels good, Mrs. Baker! Real good!"

He sounded like he was flagging, but his hard cock continued to soar up into the older woman's flaring cunt-hole with as much vigor as ever. Eileen admired the determined grimace on his face. Obviously Randy was torn between the plea sure of Jean's hot hole and the building need to fill her cunt with a seething loadful. But, like a good guy, he wanted to wait until the woman had got what she wanted… and needed.

Jean was amazingly greedy. Watching her brought Eileen to racing abandon. The petite brunette, worked her fingers wantonly in and out of her wet clasping cunt-hole. She tried to keep up with the lurid pace Randy was maintaining up into Jean's cunt. It was not easy. The excitement was driving her wild. She felt she would not be able to hold back much longer. But she so desperately wanted to wait for Jean to cum again. Like the last time she had watched her girlfriend in the throes of passion, Eileen wanted to feel the depraved satisfaction of reaching orgasm at the same moment as Jean. Of sharing her ultimate moment of pleasure, unknown to Jean and to her rutting teen lover.

Eileen's taut clitoris was hard as a pebble. It vibrated with the thrill of contact every time Eileen thrust her fingers anew into her pussy. Her palm stroked her clitoris as her fingertips reached into the farthest depths of her cunt. The woman's knees shook as she spread her thighs farther apart, squatting to open her cunt to the relentless onslaught of her pummeling fingers.

Things were getting as tense inside Jean's bedroom as they felt in the hot interior of Eileen's pussy. Randy's moans were getting louder and more uncontrolled. Like a frantic creature, Jean was slapping her ass back at the teen's loins, demanding more from him, demanding to be released from the rousing torture of her lust.