"Pig!" And then she mumbled, "Yes."Charlie just stood next to Mary, his arm around her shoulders and a big smile on his face. She was snuggled into hi..., under his arm, both hands around his waist. She had that fresh fucked look that everyone from automobile designers to perfumers to drug researchers have been attempting to duplicate forever.I twisted around in my seat as we started towards the restaurant. "Did your mom tell you what's happening?" Pretty much. I guess your mom has cancer and. Although I fuck her a few times a week, we still do our fantasy play when we meet, pretending to be strangers, and end up fucking for her monthly allowance. The story.Christine and I were in the city (Chicago) for one of our weekend play nights. We often go to a Blackhawks or Bulls game and then pick up a younger guy, guys, or a lady. We take them to our hotel room and I watch as Christine plays in bed. My wife has zero inhibitions and there is something extremely hot about watching her eat. He smiled and nodded.Abby smiled through her tears, tilted her head back for a moment, then took his hands in hers and said, "Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes; a thousand yeses."The thousand and four yeses released everyone's tension in an instant. David slumped back in his seat, letting escape the breath he'd held in, and then stood. Both boys screamed as if their elementary school team had won the World Series.Aaron jumped down from his chair and gave his mother a tight hug. "Thank you. Thank you. Thank. "Do you like what you see?" she said, her eyes smiled at me, bring light into my world."Not bad," I conceded."Yeah right," she giggled, making her perfect breasts move delightfully.I reached out to touch, her eyes closed and a small sound left her mouth. Within minutes, she opened her legs wide and moved her arms above her head as a sign of submission. I moved between her thighs and my hard cock slipped into her easily. Slowly I moved in and out of her sopping pussy, all the time watching her.