” Hard to argue looking at the mess she regularly made of her life, the scars her body and mind carried with them. He had come so close, the well-kn...wn scent of his skin wrapping a security blanket around her frayed nerves. It took incredible strength not to simply lean into him, to let her brow rest against his chest and let his warmth engulf her in the comfort and love he offered. But she could not, would not - he deserved better, even though he did not know it. She was proud of herself for. "Harder Eric...oh yes harder...spank me, tell me I am a bad mom for not fucking you more." My son really got into spanking my ass as rode his cock. I could hear him talking to the camera as he slapped my ass. "Play with my pussy Eric!" My son reached forward with his free hand and began to finger my pussy as I rode his hard shaft. “Oh yes, look at that dad. Look at mom riding my cock. Listen to her moan. Her pussy is so fucking wet too!” My son fucked my pussy with his fingers; I could. Either way I looked at it, we werein a public space, and if I got near her, I was sure to draw attention-negative attention. As brash as I could be, I wasn't brain dead.I approached her, keeping a good five feet between us and held out myhand expectantly, "Yeah. Alright, I did. But every guy does it. Marriedones, ones with girlfriends, it doesn't matter. It's the way we arewired. I mean you can't tell me that girls don't dress that way so theyget attention. I mean you chose those jeans instead. She was watching us, but turned her head when I caught her."I don't think she told anyone else about it," Margaret said. I wondered if Paula had sent her a warning stare."I hope not. I wouldn't want to get a bad reputation," I said, starting to enjoy our conversation. A bad reputation among the Speedwell girls would suit me just fine. By the time the dance ended I was moving to the music without thinking about what I was doing."Come dance with me again," Margaret whispered as I escorted her.