Instead, I just kissed her on her forehead and asked her to get her ass out of bed.That seemed to have set the precedent. In fact, it set the pace for...the descent.Poornima took my silence to mean that I was okay with her independence, and given her maturity and tastefulness when in public, I really couldn't find fault with her. On the other hand, when I found her asleep in her underwear a week later, in just her bra and panties - I knew I had to talk it out with her. Unfortunately, I never. I moaned while Stefani whimpered. She squirmed as her mother fingered her asshole. Mrs. Armstrong plundered her daughter’s asshole, the MILF’s left hand sweeping back up her daughter’s thigh to brush Stefani’s plump vulva.“Mommy-slut!” gasped Stefani as her mother massaged her hot flesh.I loved it. Mrs. Armstrong rubbed her fingers up and down her daughter’s slit, caressing her, massaging her twat. I licked my lips in delight, loving the sounds my lover made. Pussy juices ran down my thighs. My. ” Simone said at last.“Because you were disobedient, slave, eh? And that I will NOT have!”“Mmmfff... u-u-ughhhh... mmmfff... u-u-ugggghhh...”Quentin watched the repeated quivering contractions of Simone’s sumptuous buttocks. This was some woman. Plenty of meat on her. She made a pleasant contrast to the younger, riper charms of Maria and Heidi. Not that Simone was by any means fat or overweight. It was just that she was generously and maturely made.“You refused to have that dildoe up you. Very. I asked if I could take her out, go on a date with her. That’s when she sent my that bottom, third photo I posted above, saying “there is something you should know first.” I simply responded, “You are so beautiful!” I asked if I could see more pictures of her, how beautiful and sexy I found her. She responded by sending me the other two photos above, saying “I like to dress up.” She didn’t seem so shy anymore! She was for sure letting me know what I was getting myself into!My hard cock.