I can't wait to see what's under this shirt," I say to him. He unbuttonshis shirt and I gasp at his physique. This is all an act, I hate myselfand wha... I do, but I've gotten so used to doing it, to acting like a sexcrazed whore, that it's second nature to me.I help him pull down his trousers as I take his cock in my mouth. I slurpand gag on his dick, pulling off and saying, "We've got to get thismonster nice and wet for my ass, big boy." I continue sucking until he'shad enough and he throws me. And then we notice you in the doorway cock out hard as a rock. I ask your mother if it’s ok for me to go to you and she nods. I grab you and lay you on the floor infront of her. I ask her if she wants to watch her son fuck me and she’s begging. I sit on top of you your cock not yet inside me with the tip of it on my clit. You’re so beautiful to me and I’m so happy to touch you finally. My cunt is so wet it’s dripping down your balls and ass crack. I start giving you all my attention taking. "I definitely like them. Did you get that on the internet? Do you have the address so I can download it for myself?" I asked her."Well, they are not from the internet," she spoke quietly and slowly. I did not quite understand what she said, thinking she might have misunderstood my question."Those are amazing, where can I get a copy for myself?" I asked again, rephrasing the question slightly."You really like the picture?" she asked again, and I vigorously nodded 'Yes' again. "Well, if you. “I’m glade you’re home. I really need to do laundry,” Vicky responded as she pushed her way into Sam’s apartment with a basket full of clothes. “The water’s turned off at the house.”“What happened? Forget to pay the bill?” Sam joked.“The water company said its a busted main and they don’t know how long it’s going to take to fix,” Vicky explained as she put the basket down on Sam’s couch. “Can I use your washer?”“Feel free,” Sam replied pointing to the utility closet that housed his washer and.