Garry smiled and said some more words, Michelle got up, bending at the waist in the car, pulled her skirt to her waist and positioned herself over her...son. Kyle slid down in the seat a little and pulled the crotch of his mother's panty aside and Michelle sat in his lap burying his cock in her. She sat on her son's lap wiggling around, grinding on his cock as it stirred her juices. Big Mike grabbed his cock and started to stroke it as he watched the mother begin bouncing on her son's cock,. By the time I moved away from my ex, this had become a need. Once I was living alone again, the idea was simple: to search out the biggest, heaviest juggs I could find. Age, race, or body size never mattered to me. I didn’t care how fat the woman in question was, only the amount of titmeat she had hanging off her chest. Huge firm ones, long low-hangers or massive saggy granny udders, I didn’t care. As long as they were at least a G cup. My fantasy, which I’d pondered for years, was to have. He will be embarrassed coming with us. No one wants to go to a night club with his parents. I understood himAnyway as night approached my mind was somewhere else – the net.That night , I saw Jyoti as enthusiastic about the net as me.By 9 pm our entire household had retired to their rooms !Jyoti was sitting next to me , as we connected to the net. And after that we connected to the yahoo messenger.“Mommy are you there” came a message the moment we logged onMy wife grinned and typed “Yes beta,. I run my index finger along the line of your jaw, from your ear to your chin sending a shiver down the through the length of your spine. Lifting your face to mine, our eyes meet, holding a long stare as first my lips then yours break into the slightest of knowing, reassuring smiles. We share a long, tender kiss, where I caress your soft lips with my tongue, tasting you. You explore my mouth with your own tongue, kissing long and slow. Moving my hand to your thigh, I push up your skirt, stroking.