I mean, it would be the necklace affecting her, right? So I guess I probably shouldn’t take advantage of her like that.’ ‘I think you are lookin... at it all wrong. I don’t think you should consider it taking advantage. You need this, and your mother will want to help her son.’ ‘But she’s my mother. It just seems so wrong.’ ‘Yes, it is widely considered taboo behavior in most societies. The stigma is largely there to insure proper procreation of the species. I think given the special. I was pressing her boobs and I had opened her blouse. Soon I cummned in her mouth and on her face and boobs. Meanwhile, I had ordered some food for me from, suddenly the bell rang and it was the hotel staff with food.I went to the door leaving isha in that condition itself there were two men low-class workers. I was only in my shorts. I told them to keep the food near isha and I went to the bathroom.I was peeping through the door. They were amazed to see my wife in that condition. They had kept. Dan gasped, Artsy stared intently. Dan knew he did not have the art sophistication to completely understand LF’s intent. The portrait, certainly not portrait in the traditional sense, was abstract, yet real. It disturbed Dan, but struck his gut with its sense of reality. He could see himself, he could see Artsy. Even more compelling, Dan sensed a discordant togetherness. He reached to it, tentative but drawn. “Tell us about it”, Artsy directed. “It excites me, excites the artist in me. This is. “Fuck my leg, you heard me FUCK my leg BITCH” And, God help me, I did. I started to rub against her leg. I could feel the leather rubbing against my lips, see my juices smearing along her shin and on the knee as I fucked her leg. She cupped my breasts, pinching my nipples through the silky material and I kept fucking her leg awaiting her next instruction. “Uurrrhhh,” I was moaning as my release rushed toward me. And then she pushed, me away, the bitch. “You don’t cum until I have.” She smiled.