I placed one in my bedroom and the other in the living room facing the couch. I put the monitor recorder in the garage where I would be waiting to see...everything. I made sure to have my husband's favorite drink ready and plenty of it. It took forever for Friday to get here. I was so nervous that I thought I was going to pass out. My mom looked gorgeous in her little skimpy black dress. The hem on her dress was high on her thigh. She showed a lot of cleavage, my mother was sexy as hell when she. He pushed me back against the wall tighter with his hips, letting me feel his dick hard in his pants. I moaned involuntarily briefly as his tongue found mine. I pulled him closer and kissed him deeer, running my hands under his shirt. "Shit," he said after a moment when he pulled back, his breathing hard and ragged. "Why do you do this ?" I looked at him with my innocent face."Do what?" I asked, almost mockingly. I let my hand slip down along thd waistband of his shorts. He lowered his mouth to. Let's see-where shall I begin?' And she pursed her lips and corrugated her brow adorably, placing a finger under her chin as if she was deep in thought, and causing both Grace and myself to burst into peals of merry laughter at her silly antics.'I shall skip,' she said decidedly, 'all of the silly acts and thoughts of childhood, the little playings of house, etc.-'But at this Grace and I both set up a howl, so, laughing, she held up a restraining hand and then said, 'Well, I see how impatient. She does not want to relinquish him, wants him to be aware of her as a person and not just a body, a cunt. And so she fixes him with one hand cupping the back of his skull, her fingers tangled in his long hair. Their lips hermetically sealed, he exhales through his nose, desperate for more air to power his lust. Both hands beneath her, they contain her buttocks, gathering the flesh of her hips and drawing it downwards so that his cock goes deeper still, as deep as deep can be. With each stroke,.