I had forgotten it was a school day, and mom was gonna go drop me off. At school, I began to notice boys. Everyone would always tell me my mom was pre...ty or hot, but I started hearing boys saying I was pretty. I looked in the mirror and thought I was pretty. I had moms blue eyes and straight long blonde hair. My mom had bought me lots of clothes, and I insisted on certain clothes which I thought resembled hers. Her condition was that I could not take them to school, so I wore them around the. I have to take a deep breath as one of her hands glides over my belly and into the shorts. She massages the soft mound of my sex and curls the hidden hair around her fingers. She strokes over the hood of my clit and probes into the moist and itchy cleft underneath. She lets go of my nipples and says: »Poor girl, so wet down there too!« In a swift move she is on her knees and tugs my shorts down, lets them fall to the floor. She adores my young pussy with obvious joy for a little while, but then. I knew that it was a dummy account for Peter. The email simply said call me. I had told him to leave me a dead drop email and I would call him. It was only part of the cyber security, which I forced on him.I explained to him that one day someone would grab his computers and try to trace his movements back to me. He needed to set up a system to make if difficult, if not impossible to do. One thing about ole Peter the Wolf, he listened.He explained that he went to a swap meet in Tryon. There he. “We have about an hour and a half, that wife of mine that you fucked today has gone to her mother’s to make sure the twins are settled”“Better make it fast and hard then”We began kissed hard again. This time I didn’t care about breathing, I just wanted him inside of me. I could feel the bulge in his pants, he wanted me too. I quickly undid his belt and let his trousers and his underwear fall around his ankles. He kicked them off with ease. Suddenly I had his cock in my hand, gently tugging at.