As they ate the leftovers and drank the wine, the storm continued to rage outside. The tree limbs scraping the roof overhead and slapping the side of ...he house sounded like they were going to tear the place apart. Every time the lightning flashed and the thunder rolled, Catherine practically jumped out or her chair. Michael moved to sit beside her, took her hand, and did his best to soothe her nerves. After dinner, Michael led Catherine by the hand to his living room. He suggested they watch a. Until she makes him come down her throat or strokes him off onto her face, the drive, the push, the need was always in control. She couldn’t help herself nor would she try if she suddenly regained her senses. As she pummeled her son’s cock, she became more energetic as he moaned his satisfaction. Chris watched almost hypnotized as Lois Griffin demonstrated why she was Quahog’s most famous MILF. His cock was lathered with a generous coating of saliva and precum as his mother tongue-swabbed. I depended on that. Gripping my hips firmly with both of his hands, he lined his cock to my core and it slid in like it always lived there. My knees bailed on me and I got weak with the first stroke. “Hold still, let me in,” his urgent voice grunted. “Mmm, ahhh, I like that,” I cooed. He pulled out and eased his cock back in further. “You are so tight, damn girl.” Slowly, rhythmically, and silently, we began to fuck in sync. His gyrating hips were crushed against my ass with at least an eight. I took a few personal effectsfrom the old place, paid a junk man to haul off the rest, and closedanother chapter of Michelle's old life.My next step was to get a proper ride. The Cadillac had been the oneindulgence of my male life, but it had been expected of a moderatelysuccessful attorney, and it was an old man's car, besides. I strode intothe local GM dealership and soon drove out with the car I had alwayscoveted, a yellow Corvette.I had been carrying the costume gun in the Neon, and had.