Just keep Amanda going

I put my hands on the back of Amanda's blonde head and pushed her mouth back down over my cock. >I have to continue. I want to please him. Whoever that is doesn't matter

"Dedicated, I see!" mom said, with just a hint of danger in her voice. "She doesn't look like she much knows what she's doing, though." She was unbuttoning the jacket, underneath, her large tits moved more freely under the sheer black blouse. She walked over right behind Amanda, who continued to suck me with long strokes meant to sustain rather than finish the job.

Samantha, reached down and ran her hands through Amanda's hair, pulling her hair back so that she could see my cock slide between Amanda's pouty lips.

This is turning me on. He wants this, so I want this. This pleases him.