I hated my mom she was a witch. She had cheated on my real dad numerous times.When dad was away on work trips I would often lay in bed at night listen...ng to some guy she had picked up in a bar fuck her brains out. The grunts & moans were at first all to much for me & I was disgusted, but over the years as I grew into a woman I would lay there naked on top of the sheets squeezing my tiny titties & rubbing the thin wisks of pubic hair on my pussy as some guy yelled out to my mum "I'm cumming, I'm. Once one side was done, he grabbed the hose and sprayed if off. He flipped the platform over and repeated the process on it. He said, “I hate this job.”“Everyone has to do it sometimes,” Bad Betty said. She looked up from the piece she was working on and studied the artist. In a softer voice, she asked, “Do you really see me like that?”“Sure.”Using her shoulder to wipe her cheekbone, she was thankful that the bleach hid her tears. She said, “You made me look all soft and gentle.”“I draw what I. I will. All of them. In a heartbeat. We agree, and she comes in.A song ends. A new one begins. From behind the d****s, my wife, a spectral presence, crawls into bed. Shifts into focus. Touch. Becomes real.Gloved hands over my legs, up my thighs. Warmth of breath on my skin. A hand cusps my balls. Assessing. Imploring. Breath on my shaft. Please. Your mouth. Please. Up my torso. Kisses me.‘I love you so much.The d****s are hung and she is wearing her gloves. I’m going to get milked tonight. Her. I was moving from one boob to another, and really thought that this much of luck was not expected. She was really hot. She then signaled me to move on top of her. I was waiting for that. She took hold of my cock and slowly positioned it att he entrance of her great gate. It was nice to feel someone helping you to do that. She asked me to start stroking slowly and started kissing me. My hands were on her boobs and I was violently playing with them. She was also fully enjoying it. It was.