”Jean lifted herself off her panting son and walked to the door, turned and said. “My bedroom, for my pleasure.”Rory watched his beautiful mothe... walk naked to her room, and getting up from his bed, followed her. Even though he had just had the most powerful climax of his life, his cock was still half hard and his enthusiasm for more sex was as strong as ever.As Jean lay on her bed Rory almost leapt towards her.“Slow down young man, this is a lesson in seduction, not a wham bam, thank you ma'am. More so than Tim ever was, Mark’s feelings of inferiority were just under the surface. The difference was, Mark was a master of hiding his feelings as a protective measure all these years.A half-hour later, Mark’s phone dinged that he had a text. Mark smiled as he read Brian’s message that he just wanted Mark to know he was home safe. Mark replied with banal comments, and they texted back and forth for almost an hour.Brian told Mark to get ready for bed as they texted. Mark did, telling. I tried to pull it off but as she was sitting on the chair therefore it was not possible for me to take it off. Nadia herself stood up and helped me removing her shalwar. She was wearing a skin color panty. I put my fingers inside her panty and could feel her pubic hair. She was full of hair my fingers were touching her womanhood. She was dripping like anything her pussy was secreting so much of juices that my finger got soaked in it. I then removed her panty and saw beautiful Nadia standing in. Nor did I ever in my wildest fantasies think that it would end up being as an extreme a situation as which was about to unfold . . . more than even I could imagine. So here I am to unfold the story, in which my dear wife Jayne because of some ill timed mistakes on her part and mine, suddenly finds herself being placed in a very humiliating, embarrassing and sexually perverted situations.The Restaurant and the Chance Meeting: Yes, my wife Jayne is a spirited 35 y/o mother of two. Perhaps it's.