I ran to the front of the house, in hope that I would recognise if someone had pulled up in a car. I looked out to see a delivery van there, and I imm...diately thought to myself, ‘What the hell let’s do it.’ I’ve been out in public before, a fair few times now, but when it’s your own front door you have in the back of your head that they know where you live. So, I ran to the mirror to make sure I looked good, tucked my dick In between my legs and opened the door. The delivery man gave me a warm. I could feel the scraggy pubic hairs surrounding the vagina and its flappy labial lips as I slid in. Mom’s pasty thighs were marked by cellulite, and her big clitoris was resting against my balls, safely nested in the nook between them.After adjusting her position mom leaned back, supporting herself with her hands, and opened her legs wide. She first shifted her hips in a way which made me sigh, and then they started to move in the same natural way as when she had been giving birth to me.I kept. I watched my wife have a small orgasm with my fingers embedded deep in her. Then I withdrew my fingers, and sensuously licked the juice from one.“Would you like dessert before your main?” I asked, as I offered her the other finger. She opened her mouth and accepted my offering. As her reward, I kissed her, just as our meal arrived.After several weeks of fucking Susan, my rage over her betrayal began to subside, and we started to make love, rather than just fuck.I had never fallen out of love. We arranged for a van to pick up all the purchases and have them delivered the next week to the ranch.“Stop it!” The shout was from the back of our group as we entered the Palmer House for dinner. I was near the front and spun to see what was happening. Sylvestro had finally stepped over the line and made a pass at one of the girls. I was too far away and was blocked by the others entering the restaurant. It made no difference.Sylvestro had chosen the wrong target for his affections.It was just.