You heard your dad, he supported us, but no, you needed a MILF that's twenty years older than you," I reminded him before I opened the door. "You are ...n fact a dumb fucking idiot, Ted," I branded him before I left. I ambled into the hallway and saw her again. "What, your talk with Ted not go well?" I stopped in front of her. "Well, Hank isn't here and I'm about to leave, so feel free to have sex with him, Mom. He is certainly not about to do it with me, but I'm sure you can convince him. You. See through that, Mr. Smarty-pants, I thought. Of course, that sounded ludicrous, considering what I'd down in this apartment and what I planned to do.My apartment. Imagine a rectangle 9" wide by 7" tall. Now divide the rectangle vertically into three equal quadrants, 3" wide. This is roughly the layout of my apartment.In the top corner of the left quadrant is my apartment door. Running left to right from the door is my little foyer, including the hall closest. The rest of the quadrant is my. Then with very little effort she slid both fingers inside and followed with deep rhythmic thrusts which made him moan out loud. Reaching up behind his cock she found his prostate and rubbed her fingers along the sides. Her fingers were circling, stroking up and down and doing figure eights. Massaging his prostate like this was driving him wild. Taking advantage of his semiconscious state she paused and said she would be right back.The room was dimly lit but he was amazed to see her wearing a. You come back with fresh aroma of your shampooed hair and freshly cleansed skin . I lose myself in admiring you till you snap your fingers and say to me " can I have those chocolates". I snap back and handover the chocolate flavored condoms to you and smirk at you . You giggle for while and snatch your favourite chocolates from my hands. We talk for a while sitting close to each, but then you excuse yourself to cook a breakfast for both of us for your sehri as.