I never seen this dude before . so i turn into the parking lot across the street to see what i could . trust me I was super pissed . i wanted blood ....his ! but i restrained my self and wanted to see where this was going . she got out of her car and got into his truck , They talked for a little bit , then backed out and where driving . you damn well know i followed them .getting more and more pissed by the minute . I remember thinking this is not what it seems . maybe a friend of hers husband. Sometimes I would fantasize about my mom (because I was very close to her and we normally do everything together and I had glimpses of her breast so many times during her to do the daily chores around the house) being in my room nude when I jerked off. This usually got me very hot and I would shoot off almost immediately. Unfortunately this was one of those times. Things were hopping at work, my mom was a part owner of a small Advertising agency and her biggest client was a being a pain in the. "Don't you make me get Maria on you sweethear, I trained her," said Jorge."This is not the men's locker room," said Lisa."Did you check?" asked Jorge."Fuck," said Lisa."You lost but you hung in there, just can't get too cocky and you know, Maria kind of figured you out," said Jorge."Easy for you to say, built like that, you barely have to learn any of this shit," said Lisa, as Jorge stroked his cock looking at the naked woman."You need to work on your takedown defense, ever worked on that. Later, he thought. Once she had finished satisfying his depravities. When she had finally exploded through multiple orgasms, he would graffiti every dirty whore word she’d used during the evening, across her body. When she woke in the morning, she would have both the physical pain of her torments and a visual reminder of how depraved she had been. He pondered showering with her in the morning, and making slow, gentle love to her as she washed the night away.?Slut, did you forget the other thing.