Those papers on her desk showed a dozen different Andreas; my guess was that every day the poor guy came home he might find a different woman. It wasn...t just the drape of the fabric or the impact of the colours; in every picture, there was a different woman. Same face, same legs but somehow she seemed to disappear into the dress. My guess was that Dean was the final straw. I don't know the story; she may have had a run with Dean because her husband was up to no good. Best not to make. ..Morty looked down the list of incoming messages, mentally ordering which ones to read first - when he came to a stop, his beady little eyes widening in shock as he read the header on the third from the bottom.'Hey, stupid.' - from Gunslinger.What worried him so much wasn't the message - hell, he'd read that morning's rant with joy.But this wasn't posted to the list - it had come directly to HIM. Gunslinger knew who he was.For a second, Morty considered just dumping the message into the trash. I went to washroom and when came back heard some noise like (kashh kashh kashh) from kitchen, I saw (hidden) moms 38dd boobs pressing hard & fast by Tom.. Mom was sitting on the kitchen table.. And enjoying that..He gain his speed pressing boobs with more speed.. Her tight ‘Red blouse’ seems like punching bag.. That can not staying good for long… And started kissing 5 min.. Tom pressing ’38dd butt’ harder than boobs. I could see mom like this very much.. They stop and return back room I saw her. Within a few minutes we were both coming hard, her pushing back onto me, me pushing my cock forward, holding it deep inside her while I almost screamed out loud, spurting into her for what seemed an age as I slowly backed away, my cock slipping wetly out of her. All three of us had come violently, my wife for about the third time, due to her vibrator manipulations, an object I think she has always had a deep affection for. We all sat on the couch and had a drink whilst gently kissing each.