What was taking my husband so long? I knew he wanted to fuck her. I knew my mother was getting frustrated seeing that big bulge in his pants. I knew ...t was making her horny, because it was making my clit throb. My husband got up and poured them another drink. As he did my mother hiked up her dress around her waist. "Way to go mom," I thought to myself. He has no choice now, but to react. My husband almost dropped the drinks when he got a view of my mother’s wet fat pussy. He calmly sat the. In fact they came together, staring into each other's eyes. I could swear that it was like love between them, bonded by the strong mutual orgasm they had together. His black wife just sat nearby, watching, expressionless, saying nothing. When her husband finished coming in my wife and bent over to kiss her, his own wife looked pissed but again she said nothing.He pulled his massive black cock out of my wife and asked her if it was ok if he came on her again, but this time on her breasts and. So I was pretty sure there would not be too many visitors around this early, and I would be able to lose myself fairly easily. We paid our admission and walked through the wide entry. The visitor’s entrance and the administrative offices were in one long, low set of buildings, one end built out over a small circular pond, about one hundred feet in diameter. The effect of walking through the entry was to leave behind the ordinary world of work and cares and to step into a natural world of great. A young girl wandered up on the platform probably just looking for signs of the approaching train since there was nothing better to do. She reminded him of Katrina, Bettina's younger sister because she still had some "baby fat" on her arms and legs. In a time of rationing that was an accomplishment in itself. He wondered where she was able to get the extra calories when most people were getting leaner every day. He surmised she was an only child and would naturally receive everyone's best cuts.