I figured it was something from her c***dhood or some family movies. I was the only one home. When I took a break from the attic work, I made some foo... and put the DVD in my laptop. The sandwich about fell out of my hand when the first video started to play. It was my mom, must have been from the 70s when she was young twenties and hot as FUCK. The clip started out with her and another woman talking about a bad relationship the other had been in. It was obviously scripted, but I was mesmerized. He groaned, 'Oh Fuck!' and reached out to touch my boots, the one that lay directly in his path as the other was up and open, giving him a clear view as the wine bottle pushed in deeper, in unison with his thrusting, my hand firmly on the long slender neck of the dark green bottle, as my eyes took their cue from his bare bottom rising and falling, driving his cock into the girls' cunt, which was conveniently providing a warm slippery resistance, and a haven for his onrushing sperm.I pulled the. . ever!” Jessica exclaimed, proving that there was no fucking way that she’d ever return to monogamy now, with or without Rick.That ship had sailed. I was pretty sure that it had for Rick, too, being not too modest. He couldn’t pretend that he was straight now, that he didn’t like being sodomized, could he? He had bent over and bottomed for me. He had felt my thick rod penetrate a part of him that many men would never surrender. He couldn’t unring that bell. No matter what, the three of us. “You are just insatiable!” the older woman commented. She glanced between Rusty’s legs to see his cock was stiffening again.“I thought you wanted me to stay,” he replied.“It was a compliment, not a complaint!” she said with a laugh. She reached down and grabbed his cockshaft, giving it a friendly pull and wriggle. “Anything particular in mind? I’m really game for just about anything!” She shrugged her shoulders and her robe opened up even more.“Uhhhh...” Rusty stopped for a second, his mind.