I prepared the dinner and called my son. Not knowing that I saw him masturbating with my bra, Paul acted normal, like he did every day. He asked about...how was my day and how was I feeling now? Paul always took care of me but he had some dirty fantasies which I just found out.At the dinning table, Paul didn’t look at my boobs even though my dress was displaying huge cleavage. I thought that he might be just using my bra and imagining someone else. After the dinner we went to our bedrooms. I was. A few minutes late she came. Oh my god! She was looking like a goddess. A white sleeveless top and a white trouser that was just a little below her ass. She came and sat beside me and we were watching tv. Her sweet smell was really intoxicating and I couldn’t resist myself.I slowly moved my hand on to her thigh. It was soft as feather. She dint say anything. I became a little more confident and started massaging. She was starting to get aroused. I kissed on her cheek and looked in to my eye.. Among these, are many I have not had the pleasure of fucking. As I look them over, I see those few smiling and waving. Damn, I see the four members of the swim team. Behind them, standing tall, is Claudia. She’s as good as fucked and she knows it. She has, in a matter of weeks, transformed into a tall, good looking woman in her early forties with an ass that begs to be fucked. She moved and I saw her niece, Lilly. That girl is going to be moved over to the other side of the platform as soon as. The hand then squeezed. Mark just stared straight ahead, and couldn't see the person groping him. The hand moved very slowly across the denim fabric until discovering flesh. It then paused, as if not comprehending. The hand then continued across the bare skin and under the remaining fabric. It lingered for a few moments and softly caressed the exposed flesh, as if excited by the unexpected discovery. The hand increased its movement as it rubbed, hard, across the buns faster and faster. It.