She had never felt so happy in years.She paused, looking out the window at her son who was digging up the flower bed. His back gleamed with sweat, and...his young muscles rippled. She found her hips swaying, a smile on her face. There was a dull, aching throb in her asshole, but it was a delicious feeling.Rich had fucked her in the ass the night before until she could take no more. Her asshole wasn't sore, but ached pleasantly.Turning back to her housework, she fantasized about fucking her son. Then without warning he shoves to fingers in my pussy. I lean back and gasp. " Mmm you like that , my fingers in your wet pussy?" Justin said. "O fuck yes , harder, faster baby. You like your fingers in my tight cunt." I said. He moves a little bit faster. I can feel my orgasim aproching." I'm going to cum, harder. I'm going to cum." After said that he takes his fingers out." son of a bitch." I said . He smiled at me and flips me over and run up the stairs. I run up after him I get to his room,. I finally say "eff it" and get out (dammitFirework, telling me to open doors!). I grab my purse and swing my legsout. Bam, I am out!With each click of the heel, I gained confidence. The gust of windblowing up my legs and into my dress carried me away and my heartpattered like a nervous beat to the girly songs I was blasting in thecar moments earlier.I was admiring my look through the reflections in store windows.Walking, I noticed a cute pair of tan heels in a shops display. As Ibegan to walk. When we order delivery we can see them at the front door to buzz them in. And track them in either elevator and every hallway.’ She touched the door. ‘That way we can see and know who’s knocking on the door.’ ‘Nice,’ stated Brad. Sandy then rapped the door with her knuckles. It gave off a heavy sound. ‘Heavy duty steel door. It cost me a bit. But it will hold off your average criminal.’ ‘Nice security,’ agreed Brad. Sandy pointed at door. ‘When we we can take it with us unless the owners.