A shudder going through wide open motherly thighs and a little blonde head moving between them. The picture was framed carefully. Indian sex I didn’t manage to move my eyes away from the screen for long enough to look at the time, but they must have been trying for half an hour until it finally looked like they were going to achieve a simultaneous result. Emmie played with mom’s larger and softer mammaries as well, pushing them together and watching them jiggle. It was Emmie, of course, who was now sitting on mom’s face. I knew I could get in trouble if Moira found out I had been using her computer and seen her new film before she presented it to us, but I didn’t feel like continuing the essay yet, so I let the video keep on playing. It was cross-cut at perfect moments between all of the previously alternating views: Mom’s pretty orgasm face with a deep red blush rising on her cheeks and deep whimpering
