As I leaned in i heard my mother muttering "Thank you, thank you, thank you","You fucking bitch dog!" I told her. "Like it in the arse do you, likelit...le sons big cock in that arse?" Yes!" She cried as I started to hammer her arse some more "You rapemommys virgin arse!"At that comment I looked down and saw some blood on my cock from whereI had penetrated her arse so violently."Does it her mommy?" I asked in a sweet voice, my cock burried deep inthat arse of hers."Yes" she whispered "and I love. And our daily romps were getting better and better. No longer were we confined to the bed at night with me on top and Allison laying quiescent beneath me. After that night, our lovemaking became hotter, more creative and I couldn't get enough. There were nights when dinner went cold because I had been thinking about her all day and just had to have her as soon as I walked through the door. Allison began putting naughty notes in my lunch, further ensuring a cold dinner. A couple of days before. Pamie at XX years old, was a year and half younger than Billy, and a very pretty half Latina, half white girl, with flowing silken light brown hair. She was of medium height for her age, slender, with shapely legs and thighs; her skin was honey-colored tan and very silky looking. Her face was sweetly molded, with high cheek bones and startling pale blue eyes. Her nose was small, with a cute tilt on the tip. Pamie was freshly bathed and was wearing one of her br(o)ther’s old t-shirts, it was old. After all, “Happy wife, happy life.” I chuckled and replied, “That would be great.” We went outside and he pointed to his car said, “Follow me, it’s not far.” I followed. He lived about a mile from the DQ. He pulled into his driveway and I parked on the street. I followed him into his backyard. He had a huge garden. All sorts of produce, potatoes, beans, peas, corn and lots of tomato plants. He picked a couple of biggies and I said, “That’s good, thanks.” He said, “I’ll get a bag from the.