Family orgy

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His hand cupped her tit with greater assurance. "Naw, I don't want a drink," he said. "What I want is a good fuck."

Marsha pushed her ass against his loins. She'd had an idea that offering him a drink was going to be a waste of time, but she had still played the role of hostess. Now, she knew that she had been right about him, he had gotten turned on by the conversation they'd been having in the car. That and by the fact that he had been out in the woods for two weeks, camping, which had made him horny to start with. He had told her, when she'd picked him up hitchhiking a couple of hours earlier, that he had been camping by himself.

He was twenty-eight. Marsha was thirty-nine, but she looked younger. Her body was firm and voluptuous.

As he squeezed her tit, she pressed her ass against his loins. His cock was a rigid bar in his jeans and she could feel it pressing between the crack of her ass.

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