. it was ****. He ****d me!”That comment really pissed off her son. “****? I didn’t **** you! You were doing it with me. I could see your bo...y moving. I was fucking you, but you were fucking me too. Don’t say you weren’t, Mom! You liked it as much as I did. Don’t ever say you didn’t like it!” As she looked at him, Vic could see tears rolling down her face cheeks. “Maybe . . . maybe I liked it just a little, but . . . but I shouldn’t have, honey. That’s not the way it’s supposed to. Nicole's eyes widened innocently. "Well now, I'm not sure that I know what you mean," she said, her voice raising an octave."Well, what I'm saying is, if you were to "play" with it like you did just now..."."Like this?" Nicole said, once again sliding her soft hand along the length on my hard on."Yes," I replied, the word almost catching in my throat at the sensation, "like that. Well, if you do that." And she did it again. "Then eventually it would, as you rightly suggested, make a. ‘In a hurry?’ ‘Uh, no, no not really.’ Not really in a hurry to return home, as expected, where four children awaited help with their homework before she could attempt to conquer the evening’s chores, she meant. ‘How about coffee?’ he offered. Karen knew accepting his offer was contemptible but before her good sense kicked in, her lips began to move, ‘Sure, that would be great.’ They ordered chocolate raspberry, no cream, no sugar. His favorite too, he claimed. The tiny shop beside The Book. Look forward to seeing youThe boss.Sarah loved that she was being told what to do already and that the interview was so soon.The following day Sarah sent her husband off to work and quickly hurried upstairs to wax her legs and pussy. This took a lot longer than normal as she ended up playing with herself twice out of the excitement. Once she was smooth she proceeded to get dressed as instructed. She chose only her best lingerie, a black push up bra that gave her an incredible cleavage. French.