He layed his head on my nice big tits and we both went to sleep with his cock still in my hole.The next morning my son said,"how did you like fucking ...y mom?" "She has a great cunt doesn't she?" He looked down and nodded. "I knew you would like her pussy." "Now let me see you cock." "I also love a nice young cock." The boy dropped his boxers. The son picked the cock up in his and and started to rub it. "Sit on the table and spread your legs for me." As the boy sat up on the table, the son told. After Roxy had finished rinsing the shampoo from my hair she patted meon the shoulder and indicated that we should move over to her stylingstation. I took some comfort from the fact that Roxy respected mymasculinity and didn't wrap a towel around my head like a turban. As Igot to her styling station the comfort I had taken from the absence ofthe towel turban evaporated as I realised that, sitting on the chair,was the pink styling cape they use when the pre-teens come in. Or "myfavourite cape". The next scene opened with Mrs. Parker tied face down on a table on the kitchen. The camera panned to her face which was distorted in pain, her mouth open in a soundless scream, then it circled around to show one of the boys forcing a massive zucchini, the thickness of my arm up the poor blonds stretched and torn little rectum.The cruel reaming lasted about 5 minutes until the scene cut to Mrs. Parker still on the table, but retied face up with her head hanging over the side and her legs. Kevin looked after her sexual needs during the day when Holly was at school, and was the perfect neighbor at all other times. They had a “friends with benefits” type of relationship.This is the story of Kevin’s relationship with Mary.“Fuck me ... fuck me hard” moaned Mary as she leant forward against the side of the car.She had her dress up around her waist with her bare breasts pressed against the hood of the car. She was wiggling and pushing her shapely ass back against Kevin’s crotch. Mary.