It makes me sick to think about what I destroyed.’ ‘Everything about our relationship could be a lie for all know,’ he said. ‘I find myself wo...dering how often you saw other men while we were married, while we were dating. I find myself wondering how much of my torment was planned before the party, and how much you may have had a hand in it. After all, did you hear how quickly they picked up your pet name for me, ‘little boy’ and twisted it into such a sick reference to my penis size? Did you. We laughed as we always did. I made my way to the bar my black 2 ankle strapped high heels clicking on the floor . I could feel eyes burning in me as the guys watched. I was wearing a black long sleeve “A-line” dress that fell just below the knees, jet black seamed stockings, the heels, A thick red belt around my thin 26” waste, an auburn wig in a page boy cut, A red satin choker around my neck, blue eye shadow with dark red overtones. Black mascara and eye lash liner.I sat at the bar. Gathering up the clear drop set her taste buds alight, made her mouth water, and her body tremble. She slathered her tongue over his manhood, wetting it in the water of her hunger, and then parted her lips wide. His growl as she engulfed him in her hot mouth made her spirit soar.She curled her fingers around the root, feeling skin as smoothly shaven as her own. The thick shaft was a challenge for her fingers, let alone her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down slowly, able to take only a. As Mother and Son fucked, the bedroom door quietly opened.Karen slipped into the room and approached the bed. She stood and watched Mother and Son fuck like rutting a****ls. Karen knew that her sister would resist at first. But she knew that Marge would give in to her desires.Marge's ex-husband had thrown her out for a younger woman. She needed to feel young and sexy again.And nothing makes a woman feel young and sexy like a hard young cock buried in her receptive pussy. With each thrust, Benny.