"No it isn't," her voice broke and I felt my heart sink as I thought she was going to cry. I had never in my life seen my mother cry and now I was the...reason for her sorrow.I raised my head to apologize to her. She was suppressing a laughter! She saw me look at her and couldn't hide her laughter anymore."How in heavens... How could you..." and she started to laugh so much that she doubled over. I looked at her I couldn't see anything funny about it. It was I who had to confront all the other. Helen groaned as his teeth lightly dragged across her hard, proud clit. "Mmmmmmm you dirty old fucker, lick that clit" Helen moaned out as his tongue attacked her. "Finger me, see what a tight, young pussy feels like..... that's it, just there" as his fingers curled round, trying to find her spot. She trembled as a small wave of pleasure hit her; making Matt all the more enthusiastic about what he was doing. She ground her pussy into him, grabbing his hair, well, what was left of it, to. "Saguaro!" Ela laughed, "It's made from Saguaro fruit."Next, Itzachu passed around bowls of dried fruit, mesquite biscuits, cherries, apricots and jerky. Nalin smiled. Itzachu and Biminak could have easily thrown them to the ground and taken them but instead, they were being wooed. Itzachu looked at her and said, "My wife, Nalin, it was long day. You tired, we wait. No fuck tonight."Nalin looked at his muscles, glowing in the light of the oil lamps. She remembered his beautiful cock and how it. After a while they all met up again in Vera's house. Vera lived on her own. Her son had gone to live with his father. She'd had a brother, Simon, five years younger, living with her but had thrown him out as he was a idler, never washing and seeming to spend all of his time trying to catch her undressed.Vera looked around the room at the three moms, Ingrid, Maria and Sylvia. Ingrid, who was thirty eight, had light Nordic hair, which was why she was named as she was. She was also tall at five.