I was reasonably happy until he told us that we would mature be going one at a time and that we had to carry each of the other girls one at a time, on our backs. Out in the room I had a good look round as we lined up. It was a big room, something like 40 feet across. One end was completely empty and at the other end were about 20 people sat round tables with lots Hardcore of granny food on them. Cum ran out and down her ass. I lubed more fingers and began fingering her pussy and granny ass. She began moving in rhythm with my fingering motion until she mature came hard squirting all over my face and hand.I climbed back up to her face and began kissing her. She opened her mouth and sucked my tongue Hardcore in deep. In the silence before the programming on the control granny panel kicked in, Marcella thought she could hear a slight humming. Is the vibrator in your cunt or your ass? she asked defiantly.The cat woman squeezed and twisted both nipples until Marcella Hardcore began to whimper. Then the cat woman said sarcastically, Both... it mature adds to the pleasure of watching you suffer. She pulled me in close, the position awkward while we kissed in a slobbering, slurping swirl of tongues. We were both mad with need and arousal, desperate to scratch the interminable itch.I was inside my aunt, up to the hilt, an granny arm around her middle while I Hardcore kept my cock in deep and thrust in an attempt to go even deeper. She mumbled and moaned and sobbed out she loved what I did to her, adored how it felt to mature take me into her body. I can’t leave you alone, my Aunt Janet informed me.She had just gasped it out when the knock at the door shocked me like someone had thrown a bucket of ice-cold water over us both. My mind was going crazy trying to visualize what was going on. Clare whispered, Let mature me suck on your granny nipple. Shit Lisa! They're standing Hardcore up like erasers! When I finished I had Hardcore an 'oh shit' moment when I realised my room was plastered in cum. Unsure what to do, I looked around the room, I had nothing to mop up this much cum and even if I did, mature granny someone would know what it was, especially my mother when she went to do the laundry. I checked back to my computer and assessed the screen, looking for any kind of 'undo button'. Then, as if the trainer read my mind a 'clean up' button popped up.