" Wendy sighed. The only man in her life and it wasn't one she could vent her sexual frustrations on. "Be right out, honey!" she called back. She gra...bed her robe and shrugged it on, belting it tightly around her waist. The robe was a deep magenta satin, and she loved the feel of it against her skin. She opened the door, and saw her son, Carl, waiting there. Carl, without thinking, glanced down at his mom's body. She had a pretty damn good figure, and he could see her nipples poking hard. Only looked into my eyes. Unfortunately, my eyes were glued to Thomas's large cock now tenting his towel quite prominently. It was growing by the second. Finally I was face to face with Thomas's large cock. Fuck. Now what? That was a stupid question I knew exactly what would happen next. And so did Thomas. "That's a good boy. Why don't you touch it," Thomas continued. His hand had moved away from his crotch and now only the towel covered it, and just barely. I inspected Thomas's crotch. The. .." came the feeble answer. "Oh, God, no, Ralph!" Yes..." he hissed back, and he moved around so that he hovered over her limply splayed legs, removing his finger from her wet, trembling pussy. He bunched her dress around her waist and hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and slid them down slowly over her full rounded young thighs and hips. Cindy tried to stop him, to yell out to leave her alone... but her body was controlled by other forces and, in spite of her hesitation, she. This was why at lunchtime on the Friday I was rushing around the studio desperately trying to get the students work off all of the machines so I could edit it into one showreel.“Do you need a hand at all?” I turned and stopped. There, standing in the doorway was Debbie.She was wearing a little sleeveless chiffon summer dress and sandals and she looked stunning. Her wavy blonde hair was pinned back with an alice band and I couldn’t help but stare. She noticed me staring and smiled and looked.