So far I have only heard the version of Rambo. Since then I am very much in desire to watch their fuck. The desire was growing wildly in me. But I had...to wait for a chance.I met Rambo two days later that and he was little hesitant to face me. But I was in good mood to appreciate his luck. Gradually he regained his form and became more intimate to me. I too had an affection and appreciation to him for seducing and fucking my mother and giving her good orgasm. He came to my home a couple of times. Donna cheekily suggested they find somewhere quiet to talk and Chris said “Follow me” he walked along the landing and opened a door, there was no-one in and it was an empty bedroom consisting of a single bed and some other furniture, obviously used as a spare room.All of them walked in and Donna sat on the bed and said to Chris “Come here” as he approached her she rubbed the front of his pants saying “What have we got here”, everyone laughed as she caressed him as he was growing. Connor sat. It was a gorgeous day. On the corner, a cab stopped at the light. The car was free and the driver smiled at me as I passed in front of his vehicle. I couldn't help but notice how drop-dead gorgeous he was: exceptionally handsome face, long, raven-black hair. I was immediately attracted to him. I raised my hand to hail him down, and he pulled to the curb to let me in. I sat in the front seat. The sexual magnetism between us was break-the-Richter-scale material. I wasn't there to be his fare and. I expected it anyway. While putting her bras hooks, I told her that I will teach her how to put it on her own, so that she will not bother me again. She said okay. I was thrilled. I didn’t show any emotions though.Son: Mom, remove your bra first.Mom: Noo, I can’t.Son: Then how will I teach you?Mom: Ok.turn to the other side.I turned to the other side. She removed her towel and the bra. Covered her breasts with a towel and called me. I turned around and she handed over the bra to me. I asked her.