So, I wrote her a letter and left it out on the kitchen table before I went to the office.“Dear MomDo you remember when you caught me masturbating w...th your panties all those years ago? We never talked about it, but I haven’t forgotten and I don’t suppose you have either. Mom, it was the biggest turn on of my life.I want to make a confession. I still very horny for your beautiful wet pussy.Since coming back home, I’ve been thinking about your juicy wet pussy all the time. And I keep wanking. I told her I had water. She said "Alcohol." I told her I had some rum and coke. She said that was good. I gave her the drink and she took a few sips. She looked right at me and said" I am horny as hell." That caught me off guard. I asked her if she wanted to go the berth and we could take our clothes off. She agreed. She was so drunk, I took all of her clothes off for her, and it was a production. She had very short brown highlighted hair. About c cup breasts and rather large areola. She. He was hesitant at first as he did not want to offend any of these women; they all looked so middle class and upright. He then reasoned with himself; this is an erotica meeting you fool, that's why they're here.He announced who he was and the women smiled wickedly at him. A buxom blonde of about 55 in a tight black dress with black stockings and sexy stilettos leaned into him with interest."I love your femdom novels; they are so realistic; are they based on your experiences, or is it pure. ‘Wait there and I will enquire, Jean – just a moment.’ Knocking and quickly entering she discovered her husband locked into Florence underneath him, his hairy buttocks heaving like a prize bull fucking its cow, he not aware of her presence, and Florence neither locked beneath him as she felt the strength of his deep fuck inside her. Jean waited with a sly grin on her face and soon, as expected, the mistress returned in a state hysteria, ‘You may go Jean, we won’t be eating tonight!’ A little.