‘We didn’t fuck. Is that what you wanted to say?’ Now she was laughing even harder. ‘At my age, I shouldI be able to say that word.’ I agree... with her and told her to give it a try, just go ahead and say it. So here I am, sitting at the kitchen table with my mother-in-law when she lets loose. ‘Fuck, there I said it and I like the sound of it. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck, that felt good.’ Was this my mother-in-law? I thought I would tease her a little bit so I asked her if there were any other. “Hey, don’t call it junk…” “Not the point! Dude, that is so wrong on so many levels!” “Oh yeah, give me one reason why it’s wrong.” William was starting to get touchy. “Well, you know, it’s just, indecent and…dude you’re like prostituting yourself!” “What?” said William, shocked by John’s accusation. “Come on, what do prostitutes do? They have sex with men for money!” “I did NOT have sex!” “You wanked for a stranger for game money. There’s little difference, Will!” “You don’t understand!” “Then. I turn ever so slowly. Inspect myself in the mirror provided as I rotate; admiring each subtly curved line from tiptoe to my perfectly coiffured hair. My dress, little more than a long vest really, hugs my skin from breast to mid thigh leaving nothing to the imagination. My breasts are bigger than they used to be and now there is a delicate swell to my upper body that balances out my pinched waist and the delicate flare of my hips, and as I stare I can't help but gaze upon my slight cleavage. " she whispered, subtly humping her hips up into the air. He released the lips of her cunt again, and licked up to her clit. His tongue lightly lapped at it, sending bolts of pleasure up her body. His hands squeezed her soft ass cheeks harder as his mouth clamped onto her clitoris. He circled his tongue around the sensitive nub as fast as he could, and she hurtled towards an orgasm. She held her breath, letting it build as his tongue relentlessly ran around her little button. "Ohhhhh Fuck!" she.