She sighed, and fell into her sofa. "why does this always happen?" she asked herself, flicking through her phone. She watched as all her friends celeb...ated with their families, tables packed with jolly people and hearty food. "if only my family lived closer, then I'd be able to visit them" she moaned, pulling herself off the sofa. She grabbed a box of decorations and started hanging them on the branches of her artificial tree. Suddenly, her phone rang. "hello?" she replied eagerly. "hey,. All of a sudden a creepy thought crossed my mind. “Is my naughty wife thinking about selling her hot body in the city today?” But then the more I thought about it, and if she did do it, it could only be for the thrill of it; Vicki doesn’t need the money. We had just merged onto the expressway when Vicki reclined her seat back, and then she spread her legs as far apart as she could. Lying back on the seat, Vicki lifted her top over her big mounds of joy, took it off, set it on her skirt, and. I think it was because I was her first born. But it was my aggressive personality towards her as well. Mom was submissive and as such, craved to be dominated. Sometimes, the most outrageous acts of mastery over her were her greatest turn-ons. Occasionally, I would take her to the Saturday matinee at the theatre, and inside, I would feel her up right in front of some guys there who were checking out her massive tits. She would blush, but allow my manipulation of her very large boobs. The guys. I had tried looking around online, but never really found someone I was satisfied with. Finally, one day I emailed a guy on craigslist who was perfect. He was just 24, I was 18, and a few inches taller than me, dirty blonde hair and a 7 inch cut and shaved cock. We met up at my place and he brought some herb to relax us. As we hit the bong, we talked about our experiences. He had been with a few guys, but I was completely without experience, apart from girls. As we finished the bowl our eyes.