I saw other men wearing white robes and women all naked. Most were older women, their figures motherly and plump, their breasts soft and swaying. My f...ta-dick throbbed—I had a thing for older, married women thanks to the second pussy I ever enjoyed.I still savored getting together with Kurt’s mother. Mrs. Albertson was always a treat to enjoy, especially with her step-daughter and lover joining the fun. Or with her husband watching. And there were so many husbands to watch me here.I was shocked. Cuntjuice seeped down into the crack of her uplifted ass and soaked the cushion under her. She jerked her hips invitingly."Shove that big prick up my fuckhole, honey, stuff my cunt full of stiff cock--"Jake sank down onto his knees, between her widespread thighs. His massive prick loomed out over her loins, like a poised warclub, threatening a blow that Martha welcomed. He folded his fist around the thick hilt of his cock and pushed it lower. His cockhead forced through her golden cunt bush and. Key to the ready he opened the door and ushered Claire quickly inside.“Be it ever so humble there is no place like home.”The apartment was small but neat, if a little cluttered. They had entered directly into the living room. A two seater settee and an oversized recliner armchair faced a large flat screen television and beyond that the sliding doors to a small balcony.Behind was a basic kitchen that was no more than a bench with sink, stove and overhead cupboards.Off to the right was a small. I walked around in a shocked state through the last two days of school and the through the following week to my birthday. I didn’t even find solace in running all day on the tennis courts as I had, even two weeks earlier.So, that following Monday, when educators are still at school, I was home alone, looking at the nifty birthday gifts, which included the Michael Jackson’s Thriller Album. I remember opening that and seeing the disapproval in my mothers eyes. It was the greatest album then.