Like her son she also smiled widely. As she stretched Amanda felt a slight soreness between her legs. Last night was the best sex she'd had in a very ...ong while. Amanda glanced over at her husband Don who was still dead to the world. "Hmmm...that's odd." Amanda thought noticing that Don still had his shirt and underwear on.She could've sworn that last night her husband was naked after they'd had sex. After a few minutes Amanda chalked up her foggy memory to the insane amount of alcohol she. She didn’t even put up a struggle when Dustin fisted her long, blonde hair and jerked her face into his crotch. She swallowed her cock like she had been starving for it. Maybe she had, he thought, as he clenched his buttocks and thrust as deeply as he could into his aunt’s warm, wet mouth.”His hands found her breasts, squeezing them hard, digging his nails into the aureoles the way the men on Tumblr always seemed to do with their sluts “Their sluts,” he thought. “My slut. Aunt Bridgette is my. He takes a few steps towards her. “ Stop where you are, put the drinks down and strip, let me see the cock you intend to fuck me with”. With a nod he takes his shirt off, he’s not ripped but he is strong, next he takes his jeans down, she looks and his semi erect penis. “ When it’s fully loaded it might do a good job in me if it can last, get on your knee’s and crawl over here and lick my pussy, I want you to taste my sweet cunt”.He thinks she is taking the piss but he plays along with it, she. Within a minute or two, his penis did the inevitable, and shot out his come into Sylvia. The rocking of the bed naturally made his wives aware of what had just happened. Angelina spoke accusingly. "Sylvia? Did you just fuck my man?"Sylvia's voice came out almost as a whine. "I had to, boss. My body forced me into it. Sorry about that." I had an idea that this might happen, Sylvia. What are we going to do with you, girl? I think that your grief is behind you. You have accepted that Herbert is.