" Thank you, Mr. Thomas. I appreciate what you're trying to do but there's really no reason to try resuscitating something that's dead. Thankfully we ...adn't had kids yet. The only thing left to do now is to figure out how to bury it and begin the divorce." Danny," Lisa whispered with tears running down her face. "I don't want a divorce."I studied her and clench my jaw in an attempt to say calm."And I didn't want to catch my wife fucking her ex-boyfriend at her sister's wedding reception!" I. It forced me to consider sticking to the middle-aged females that I could exhaust with a long session of doggy-style humping that usually wore them out after about fifteen minutes of non-stop banging action. I had to exclude the nympho prosecutor Ms. Honeysuckle from that lineup because she spent hours each week in the gym getting her body into shape for unexpected sexual opportunities. She was able to wear me to a frazzle each time we got it on and I have to admit it was a welcome feeling of. Now Neelam was only clothed waist down and a small blouse on top.He then removed the blouse so that Neelam was sitting in the bare bra. Kishore lifted Neelam’s arms and applied shaving foam. He then started shaving with the straight razor. Once he was done with both armpits, he washed his razor in the mug and touched up her sideburns.Neelam’s cheeks were smooth and hairless, with very little fuzz under her sideburns. Still, Kishore shaved that half-centimeter with his razor. He then proceeded. My mother started riding my cock, grinding her hips against her baby boy. Her breasts crushed against my chest. I gripped her ass firmly with both hands, using my hold to push and pull her hips. I moved my own hips as well. We were both fully into it, fucking each other, mother and son locked in i****tuous love-making. I felt her muscles contract around my cock, squeezing it in a vice-like grip which magnified the friction tenfold. She grunted and moaned and gasped, her desire equal to or.