"Do you like my skirt Timmy?" Madge asked fondling the vintage patternedskirt. "I know it's a little long but it does go so well with theblouse don't...you think?" she added as Timmy looked on. "But I supposeit doesn't show enough leg," And then she gently gathered the long skirtand gave it a gentle swish pulling it up to her knees! "Do you like thecolor of my hose Timmy?" she added as she uncrossed and re-crossed herlegs angling towards Timmy! His head spun as he saw the shine and heardthe. "damn it, why the fuck did she have to talk about my cock?" you ask yourself. You have to admit your mom is attractive, you really don't want to think of her like that, but as you stroke your soapy cock you begin to think of her big j cup tits jiggling as she bounces on your cock. You try to think of a Kresheshie girl, but your mom keeps sneaking back into your thoughts. You think of a sexy Kresheshie riding your dick while your mom sits on your face, when you feel your balls tighten and you. He felt a lump rise in his throat at that and tried to banish the wave of misery that swept over him. ‘Enough of that,’ he told himself resolutely as he made his way into the recesses of the kitchen to discover whether his brother had left him anything whatsoever to eat.The next few days passed without any excitement, as Tobias’ constitution recovered from the unusually sustained bout of heavy drinking. He had reasoned, at the time, that it was not only mannerly to join in with Tom's imbibing. She slid her body over his giving his hard dick a rough lick on the way up. Reaching his mouth she opened hers and sucked his tongue inside moaning and frantically grasping his head for the proper angle. Over the past three months she had come to know what Anton liked and she did her best to please him. “MMMMMMMM… baby… you be hot this mornin!?” he said as he grabbed her firm white ass and ground her pelvis onto his rock hard dick. “OH God yes,” she.