She was apretty, firm-breasted blond with long, straight hairthat she kept in a pair of heavy braids. Her seriousblue eyes were highlighted by her wh...te-gold eyebrowsand flawless complexion. I shifted uneasily in mychair as I involuntarily flashed on the image of mytongue flicking across the pink button of her throbbingclitoris. "That's too bad," I said carefully. What are yousupposed to say to something like that? HEY, GIRL,I'LL SHOW YOU HOW IT'S DONE seemed kind of crude. "Have you ever. And that awful man was watching it all, gloating over her shameful defilement! With a slick thrill she realized her pussy was still throbbing and itching, even as she felt her son's cum running from it. She sobbed into her hands, knowing what Jerry expected her to do, what he was waiting for and what Cover was waiting to see."Come on, Mom," Jerry said, cupping her big tits in his palms. "Don't start feeling guilty, now, it's all right. So you dig my cock. So what? No one'll ever know."Beth. Then we turned on the taps and quickly washed ourselves. Wedidn't need to shampoo our hair and, regardless, it would get wet if wetook a dip in the sea later. We towelled off, dressed, packed what weneeded in a day bag and left the house, walking along the desertedstreets until we reached the garage where I stored my car. It was aRenault convertible that my wife insisted I buy but which we hardly usedand since she had been knocked up by one of her lovers and has left me,we'll certainly not be. "Seemed fair. I figured that at the least I'd maybe get a chance to see her tits. My team took over on offense and scored. No jumping up and down for me, just a fist pump in the air.Stephanie looked a little nervous waiting for my dare. I kept it simple and safe. I dared her to do ten jumping jacks in front of me. She stood up, walked out in front of the TV, and gave me two good jumping jacks before she realized what I was up to. Her tits bounced so nicely under her loose-fitting sweatshirt and.