He was also carrying a camouflage duffel bag. He opened the door. Mariah smiled brightly.“Hey, baby girl! How you doin’.” Jermaine inquired.“I...��m good,” replied the five-nine, slender chick.“Cool. Can we stop off at a burger place? I’m starving.”“Of course, baby!”“I’m gonna fuck that li’l soft ass deep and hard!”“Oh really, daddy?”“Hell yeah! I wanna see my dick go in and out that bubble booty.”“I can’t wait! I got a special outfit waiting at home for me to wear.”“Bet!”Mariah pulled up to a. I was desperately trying to keep my breathing under control forfear of being overheard. Looking back on it, though, there wasn’t muchchance of that – Mom was clearly in a world of her own at this point.She was gasping for breath now, and with each exhalation making alittle whimpering noise as she rubbed her clit in her desperate needfor release. Her pelvis was rocking back and forth,and still she held herpuffy vulval lips open to my view as she continued to spread them withher other. Some of my friends seemed to think I had an inordinate fondness for the masturbatory arts. Quite right of course. It's kept me fit for the past sixty years. Can't complain can I?"I was regretting asking. I was keen to change the subject. "Mr Clegg said you had a possible project for us." Yes," Basher replied, "Do you never feel a little cheated? As though your rightful legacy has been usurped by others?"I shook my head, I really didn't have much of an idea what he was on about."You see this?". It never feels GREAT though . . .You won’t allow it. This is all about YOU, and my pleasure (if it occurs) is completely by accident. Face down, ass up, I drift away to another place but I can’t avoid the slapping sound of your body slamming into mine or the feeling of your swollen balls meeting mine with every push. And then . . . . . . the pay off. Lying there . . . gagged, handcuffed . . . feminized and emasculated . . . willingly taking another man’s cock into my body, allowing him to use.