The neighbour certainly didn’t mind eyeing up Caroline most of the evening, trying to imagine what it would be like to get her out of that dress and...fuck her like mad. He felt slightly guilty about having those thoughts, knowing that he was friends with her husband, but he couldn’t help himself! As they walked back to his house afterwards, Chris asked if he wanted to pop to theirs for a coffee, so they all went next door and had a drink and chatted for a while longer.After a time, the. Good. Ellen and I talked it over again, and she put her short skirt back on for this one. I was thinking of that and her tied-shirt top as her 'naughty schoolgirl' outfit. This time we were standing in front of the bed, side by side.I was going to be the whiner, complaining about how hard everything was out here without her. Ellen was going to be cheerful, happy, and delighted at how simple her job was. I wanted her to exaggerate about how easy it was to take care of me. It was okay to insult. Oh shit I need to stop thinking of myself asa girl. I slide my panties down to my ankles and lift my dress up soit's above my waist as I sit down on the toilet seat. The moment I satI started to pee. Wow that was close, that would have spoiled themoment if I peed myself while I was ummm sucking Bob off. I guess notcalling it a blow job is no different than calling it sucking him off,both terms are super girly."That was a great movie Sally, did you guys like it?" I hear a couplegirls in the. Pull out you asshole. She could get pregnant. Wouldn’t that be hard to explain.The picture of Mom breast-feeding a baby that somehow possessed my full-grown head made my cock inexplicably stiffen to steel-hard rigidity. I swelled deeper inside her, then, what the hell, I shoved in the rest of the way until I felt my pubic hair plastered against her soft ass. Fuck! I was in her. I was fucking Mom.A quiet moan made me lift the bulk of my weight off of Mom. Holding myself up on my elbows and toes,.