Stan's breath was heavy, almost to the point where he thought he might pass out. He had lost track of time, and didn't know whether Mia was due back o... stage. Fuck it, he thought, I've come so far, I have to do it, even if I get caught! He reached down, suddenly trembling hands grasping the bottom of Mia's pleated skirt. He pulled it up, revealing the truth of what he thought he had felt when his dick brushed between her legs: her ass was small, beautifully rounded...and completely nude. Mia. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" James gasped.Quickly she felt wetness and opened her hand to see he was bleeding. Disgusted she drew her hand back. She reached down grabbed the mop headed tuft of hair behind her sons head, pulling him she moved him up enough to twist his body around. She got behind him and pulled one arm behind his back and jammed it upwards. Seeing her soiled panties on the edge of the bed she pressed her body up against him and leaned forward. He could not resist and they both fell. But the house was quiet and timid after the guests had gone home. He was like the last sip of wine in a glass that if taken would leave only traces of what was. The chef sat dwarfing over his red couch tending the unsatisfactory image that gave route to his thoughts. He stood up, paced the warmed red wood floors. He seemed to trapeze from one paradox of activity to another, skipping over the pause of stillness. He stopped the rusticity of his movements, trying to focus on a sound coming from. ”Yvonne looks at her husband like he’s mad. There’s no way she can pretend the dog is him ... But she doesn’t object to fondling his cock anyway. We begin to get the impression that she wants to do this more than Neal thinks she does.She reaches under the Labrador’s hairy belly to start fondling his big cock, rubbing the flat palm of her hand along the underside of his sheath, pressing the hidden shaft up against his belly. Half smiling to the side and commenting that “It’s getting hard.