’ At the end of the day’s trading, an icy hand seemed to grip Peter’s heart. He remembered his last trip and Jennifer’s visit to the hospital....Shrugging, he turned towards the setting sun and waited for Joe and Maria. Eventually they arrived, with Joe looking very suave and continental in a black, open neck shirt with a black and red cravat and black jeans. Maria was a little well-rounded Italian woman whose welcome smile reflected her pleasure at seeing Peter. Her Italian accent was more. Mom sat up and lined up the little groove between her breasts with my cock. Within a second my cock disappeared into the soft flesh. Her hands dug into her breasts as she eased them up and down my cock. Slow at first."Mom that feels so good. Your breasts are amazing. I love them." I finally found some words."You like these, huh?" All of sudden Mom started squeezing her tits up and down my cock like a mad woman. I watched the tip of my cock poke out from the top of her cleavage and then it was. Jeff it fully unlike his biological father.’ Her daughter’s tone angered Tara. ‘That is an unkind thing to say about Royce’ Tara snapped back. ‘Why would you name your son after him if you have such a low view of him?’ ‘I said, his biological father. That is not Royce.’ The statement silenced Tara for a moment. With a look of confusion on Tara’s face she uttered, ‘biological father?’ Tossing the report at her mother she said, ‘go ahead and read it. It will tell you that your husband has been. ..I came down after shaving my pussy into the kitchen. I called for mum but she didn't answer. Sophie called in from the living room 'she's outside.' I walked into the living room to see Sophie fingering herself to Playboy girls being boned by a huge cock. 'That is hot' I said, sitting down next to her and putting two fingers in my pussy. I looked at Sophie and we kissed. I then fondled with her tits as she inserted her wet fingers into my pussy. I gasped for air and did the same to her. We.