Her little thong bikini bottoms were already pulled just to the side of her p***y lips when she put her arms around my neck, and my d**k slid smoothly inside her. She kissed my neck and then whispered in my ear. "That was so hot! Thanks for doing that, Greg. Poor Gloria really needed it."
"You're not mad?" I whispered in reply.
"Do I feel mad?" she countered, urgently driving my hard c**k all the way inside her.
"No, not at all," I answered with a shudder.
Catherine really went to town, driving her hips back and forth and f*****g almost my full length in and out of her. She shook all over when she came, but I was so light-headed with my own arousal I didn't think to complain. I didn't think at all about my mother, sitting in the shallow end next to the deeply satisfied Gloria and watch
