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There were years when outside our club experiences, Ash had up to twenty guys in some kind of active sexual role. Some guys every few months. Some only for trips. A select few every few weeks. And some infrequently but completely spontaneous student upon Ash's whim. Between us, we actually had a type of cuckolding minus the humiliation aspects. I would've gone there but "being dom" wasn't really Ash's thing. (I'll go into that more later.) But the point is these two mentors really affected us, propelling us onward. So... let's get back to Kevin and mom Katie. Did we fuck? Was it worth risking my life to get in Katie's pants? Would I even make her very selective grade? This is how it started. After we had gone to the club they suggested, granny maybe for a couple months, we met them there surprisingly one night teacher along with their two very striking daughters (early twenties.) The reason the kids came? Well... As Kevin and Katie put it, "We want both of them to understand sex as we do, casually fun, uncomplicated, and mature hopefully then they will not choose to get married TOO early to some jerk just because sucks they have the hots for him!" One of the daughters was already dating possibly the most famous DJ in Orlando. “I assume you’ve never worn makeup before?” “Get your mature fucking hands off me and turn this crap off.” She screams. He stopped momentarily in front of his daughter’s pink sucks teacher door. What surprised student him was it wasn't locked. I head off for my shower, when im done, eat dinner with the rest of the family. Only child. I felt empty. I just had to deal with it, that being me meant being a loser.” “There, all done.” Kat came to stand behind me pressing her tits into my back. Within minutes mom he was asleep and granny snoring. “Oh, fuck,” Rebecca said. She was a sexy, mature long haired brunette 5'-6" and maintained a very hot, fit body as a bit of a gym rat. They both let out muffled moans, hers by the pillow in her arms, him by her ass as his tongue worked over her, probing and teasing, each moment testing her patience as, as much as she loved it, she wanted far more, needing more urgently to feel him within properly. Why was I fleeing the castle? I pushed her forward so her elbows rested on the counter and her firm legs spread before me. I worked my cock into her as she moaned in time with my thrusts. “We have to keep going.