I looked in the mirror. I really didn't need a bra. Even at thirty seven my tits were still perky. The dress was short. It only came to the middle of ...y thighs. I slipped on a pear of white panties. I took one last look in the mirror. I thought to myself. "For a mother of an eighteen year old son, I still looked good. I know my husband still likes what I look like. He tries to fuck me at least five times a week." I heard the car horn.I ran downstairs, closed and locked the front door and headed. She cannot stop her actions and soon finds herself in that very position pleading for mercy and promising to behave if only the good Captain would desist from her punishment. After some self-pitying tears and sobs, Sophia resigns to her new position and begins to obey the orders of Captain Morgan as if he is her real master. She is surprised when he does bed her straightaway but then just cuddles her next to his side all night long. Her hidden female cave is lonely for the touch of a man's hand. Again the horny mother opened her mouth wide, plunging her open lipsonto the tasty stiffness of Walter's huge cock. She shut her eyes,concentrating on the pleasure of cock sucking. Her lips ovaled wetlyaround the fat, veined shank of his fuck pole. Margaret eagerly startedsucking cock very hard, slurping and gurgling loudly as she nursed onthe blood-beating hardness of her young client's prick.Walter's cock grew longer and stiffer, the red leaky cock knob pulsingon the roof of her mouth.. It's sort of the same way in the United States. New York City and Alabama are pretty much on different planets," she laughed, and after looking into my eyes, kissed me tenderly, subtly teasing my upper lip with her tongue. I felt her begin to sensitively run her fingers up and down my back, and my already erect cock responded. "Take your shoes off... stay a while," Beth instructed with a mysterious grin on her face."I hear that, babe. I've spent a couple of days in NYC and I've been to.