You sit on the couch with your shirt less son, his body capturing your imagination but you quickly dismiss the signals as best as you can. The both of...you talk about television however the conversation slowly turns into more personal questions. The topic of sex comes up, which seems innocent at first until you find yourself talking about things you would never tell. "You must have lots of girls on you now, why don't you ever invite those hot young girls over. I won't mind." "I know mom, not. White thong panties, White bra, prestuffed, White heels, and a White Wedding Dress. OMG a wedding dress. I took another sip of wine and figured what the hell and started to get dressed. I found make-up and put it on aswell. I looked at myself in the mirror and thought not bad. I headed downstairs.Greg was waiting for me in the living room, still in just his spandex shorts, clearly aroused. “There is my beautiful wife. Come here baby” Greg said. I moved to Greg and we kissed deeply. I felt. He felt the man gently push him away. A moan of anguish escaped his mouth only briefly as he was gently moved into a curled up position on his side. His hard small cock pulled in between his legs and played with by an unseen hand, John felt pressure at his tight hole and relaxed. John, had expected to feel pain, however he was so prepared, so excited and so lustful that when the man pushed his cock into his waiting hole his sphincter immediately accommodated his size and girth. John moaned and. .Unngh....Unnnngghhh!" I grunted as my fleshy nozzle began to spray her hot face with my rich cream. I watched my offering splatter onto her nose, her cheeks, her lips, and her chin. Some even flew into her mouth and pooled on her waiting tongue. Jessica leaned into the spray, eagerly accepting my offering. As the last drops gathered on the end of my prick, she took me once again into her mouth, and I could feel the suction of her cheeks gather in the remains of my ejaculate. Her hand.