The next day, young Simon duly turned up. Under his coat he wore, as granny has asked him, a pair of very baggy shorts no pants, a boy scout type shir... and long socks completed the innocent boy look. Tricia was wearing a simple dress with nothing underneath as she knew that Simon loved seeing her fat droopy tits resting on her protruding belly.‘Now Simon I understand you are one of the youngest in your scout group and are working on gaining your care in the community badge, that’s right isn’t. Ze sommeerde me om mijn benen op te trekken, smeerde wat glijmiddel op haar vinger, en stopte deze langzaam in mijn anus. Ze wist duidelijk wat ze deed, want ze drukte flink op mijn prostaat waardoor mijn piemel in uiterste staat van paraatheid kwam en al voorvocht lekte. Ze kwam over me heen hangen, haar stijve lul fier vooruit wijzend, en tongzoende me heerlijk. Ik pakte haar stijve vast en voelde hem kloppen. Naomi wilde me duidelijk gaan nemen, maar ik was een beetje bang om zo'n paal in. . you know ... I have to ask you a question?”My son rolled his eyes again and flopped back on his bed with his hands over his face abandoning the towel that hid his erection. Well ... it didn’t HIDE it, it just covered it up. I had a hard time drawing my eyes away.“Yeah Mom ... Sure ... Ga head...” He told me through his hands.“What was up with Jenny?”My son took his hands away from his face and looked at me curiously.“What do ya mean?”He’d caught me once again staring at the tent in his lap. I'm discreet, I never make a scene, I never ask them to leave their wives, I never call them at home, I never get pregnant. They know this, and they appreciate it. With all this, you'd think I'd be quite something to look at. You'd be right. I'm 5'7", with long legs, curvy hips, a narrow waist and spectacular breasts. My mother was Brazilian and I have her tan skin, luscious black hair, bedroom eyes and full, pouting lips. I'm a total knock-out. This week, I'm on a business trip in Milan with.