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Crab island 1

... felt empty suddenly and moved to lie beside Sarah, who reached out and took her hand, squeezing gently. Cara looked across at her cousin and smiled. Greg sat back on his heels, still breathing a little heavily. "You're out of condition, b*o," Sarah said, laughing. Greg shook his head in denial. "It's not that, it's just trying to fuck a woman who's constantly moving can be a little hard." He grinned at Cara. "It's fun, though." Cara beckoned. "Lie here, between me and Sarah. We'll have a rest then see if we can get you hard again for Sarah." Sarah laughed. "He has pretty good recovery, Cara, I tell you true!" "Good," Cara said. "I'm looking forward to being eaten, too. For now, we rest." She moved aside as Greg crawled in between the two girls. He settled onto his back and put an arm around each of them, drawing them close. Cara smiled as she snuggled down to rest. I'm enjoying this holiday, she thought. * * * * * John knelt between his mother's legs, carefully studying her pussy. Despite her having sucked him off scant moments before, his prick was half-hard as he studied the intricacies of her entrance. Molly slid a finger into her own wetness and then held her hand out to him, wet finger extended. "Taste me, son." John extended his tongue and licked his mom's finger, then sucked at it, letting her taste and smell fill his senses. Molly watched him, a half smile on her face. "Like it, son?" John looked at her and nodded. "Fascinating flavour, Mom. Sort of anchovy and ...

... honey." Molly giggled. "I must tell your Dad that one later." "Is Dad okay with this, Mom?" John said, concern in his tone. "He is, honey. Relax. At this very moment he's probably fucking your Aunt Jill." "I thought he was going to fuck Cara," John said. "He will, later. Tomorrow, perhaps." Molly smiled. "For now, I want you to eat me." "My pleasure, Mom." John eased forward and lowered his head between Molly's spread legs, extending his tongue and lapping at her. His mom's juices were hot on his tongue and he eased forward a little more, flattening his tongue and slurping the full length of her slit, his tongue flicking over her clitoris as it moved. A soft moan from his mom told him he was on the right track and he redoubled his efforts, flicking his tongue over her labia, her clitoris, pointing it and probing her depths. Molly by now was moaning softly and almost continuously as John's loving assault on her core brought her slowly up the long ascent to climax, an ascent made more exciting by the knowledge that it was her son who was making her feel so good. She gasped as she felt his tongue slide over her clitoris again, then a vast disappointment took her as she felt his tongue move away. "Mom? Am I doing this right?" John said softly. "Honey, you're doing great! Now get back on doing it, please. Pretty please." "Pretty's right, Mom. It looks as fascinating as it tastes." "You've gotten me very close, son. A couple of minutes more of what you were doing and you're going to make ...