Screw my ass with your juicy, fat fucking cock. FUCK IT HARD”“You want my cock fucking your hot ass, mom?” Mark asked rhetorically as he pushed ...nd pulled his dong into his mother’s buttery, gripping ass pipe with ever harder and faster lunges. “You want your own son fucking your hot, tight butt hard, deep and fast? You want to be your own son’s filthy anal whore?”“Oh God, yessss. I want to be my own son’s anal whore. I don’t want you to stop fucking me up the shitter, baby. Fuck mommy’s. She hurried around and down the steps, jumping past the last two at the bottom which she felt now there was never any real need for. And running all the way down the walkway before coming to a almost to sudden stop a persons length from the end of the pond.Every so quietly she walked to the pond and at the place where the pond came right up to the path she stopped. Something was here but she just had to be careful and find it. Molly got down on her hands and knees and peered over the edge of. She then sat down in the other chair."It's nice to have a man to make coffee for, I miss that," she blurted.The coffee was nice in fact I thoroughly enjoyed it; she sure can make a cup of coffee. I glanced over at Dot and saw that she was sitting with her legs apart and I could look right up her dress, I even saw the lace panties she was wearing. Not the type I expected on a mature woman, I expected to see cotton briefs, but these were silk, lace and purple.I could hardly take my eyes off and. Chorus:With his bell bottom trousers, coat of navy blue, He would climb the riggin' like his daddy used to do.He asked me for a candle to light him to his bed.He asked me for a nightcap to put upon his head.Now I was just a simple lass and didn't mean no harm, So I hopped into the sailor's bed to keep the sailor warm.With his bell bottom trousers, coat of navy blue, He would climb the riggin' like his daddy used to do.In the morning he was gone and he left a five pound note, With a bit of.