My son Manuel

For a little while, I just watched them fuck. I was enchanted. Who says women aren’t visual? I suddenly understood why pornography is so popular. My underwear was quite moist inside my pants, and I was absently playing with my nipples. I jumped as Manuel took my hand again, and guided it between the girls’ soft, spread buttocks. He pressed my finger against her tiny, puckered anus. Seeing what he wanted, I worked my slippery finger into her, past the ring of muscles, up into her ass. I had never thought of that part of the anatomy as sexual before; I had just thought of it as what you wipe when you are done with your business. But she seemed to really enjoy being invaded back there. She groaned “Oh yes, Manuel you stud!” and wiggled her backside, pressing harder against my finger. In a strange way, I sort of liked having my finger in her butt. It was kind of sexy. Her anus squeezed my finger really tight, and it was super hot inside. Best of all, I could feel Manuels penis moving inside her in exquisite detail.