I loved to pat and squeeze most of the time her huge lovely ass, Her short figure with the large ass made her a standout in crowds, where people brush...d past her and did not miss a chance to touch her ass as if accidentally.Our sex life was good for one and a half year and our first son was born. Then the frequency diminished, not that she dint like sex, infact she was great in bed, she even liked anal sex which most of the women don’t. She even let me indulge in my minor fetishes, which was. . ?" she stammered, trying to meet the eyes of Vivian. She felt as though she could crawl through a one inch hole in the floor if there happened to be one."Peter, don't be naughty and embarrass her and muss up her clothes and we haven't even had one drink yet to say nothing of dinner don't mind him, Marily, he's always the same but you should have worn coveralls if you didn't want him pawing at you all evening he's that way you horny old man you let's all go into the other room until the dinner. ... the feeling of a man's prick getting hard again. It would probably be difficult for anyone except another woman to understand how powerfully excited it made me feel to know that I had my own son's cock swelling in my mouth at the simple touch of my tongue. "I want to fuck you, Mom," Matt whispered. I hated to let his cock slip from my mouth for even so much as a fraction of a second, but I knew that he wanted to hear me say it. "I want it too, son," I told. And let me stand corrected. He wasn't just her boyfriend. Nor was he officially her fiancé. They were engaged-to-be-engaged, a notion so stupid and useless even the French didn't have a term for it. This engaged-to-be-engaged thing was apparently a rather rocky road.The guy's name was Turk. I'd never ascertained if that was actually on his birth certificate, or just what he'd taken to calling himself. Me, I'd taken to calling him Turd--in secret--because that was exactly what he was. The kind.