"But James, it's you I want to fuck, not Tommy. The way you made me feel on Friday," she said with a strange smile that managed to be at once wistful ...nd lascivious, "that's what I want. James, when can we fuck?"I had been wondering about this myself. So far I had not come up with the answer. I thought of taking her to a nearby hotel at lunch or after work but it would not be ideal — some colleague might easily see us — and besides, always a thrifty man, I resented the amount I should have to. My house was one of those large homes often found on the fringes of Australian suburbia and built back in the Eighties: single story with living areas in the centre, children’s bedrooms to one side of that, and the master bedroom – the “parent’s retreat” – on the other side, all on an acre block landscaped mainly with native plants. The main entrance was closer to the parent’s end of the house: having an unexpected female visitor knocking on the front door would have probably resulted in a. I felt like a little boy that had gotten caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Only in this case it was my dick in the bimbo’s twat. Finally, I got up the nerve to look over at my mother. I looked mom up and down and what I saw surprised me quite a bit for some reason. Mom sat in the seat with her head lolled back, her mouth half open, and her eyes half closed breathing raggedly. Her dress was pulled up to her waist, exposing her splendid thighs to my view. She still had her legs spread. My poor 1 week saved up cum wanted to fly so bad i NEEDED to resist.......(if you've saved up before you would know) that right boob after jiggle thoughSHAKING , DANCING, ENJOYING rinse and repeat without a single disappointment (at least from my parents)turn to the point of the video where she finally ditches her sweater completley and closes in on the last minutes of her wanting you to finally conclude your visit..this was a private dance and youll pay me in cum..*at least thats what i heard.