Off we went to the kitchen to make our breakfast. As I cooked breakfast, she came up behind me and rubbed my ass. She told me I have a cute ass, and I...said well yours is quite nice too. Then her hands reached around and started rubbing my cock. She cooed that she loved this, the best of all. She asked if I could get used to this, because this is how she really is, a horny old woman. I laughed and said we are hardly old, and yes, I could get used to this a lot.As we ate, she said let’s make a. It's like Mom's mind, but it isn't at the same time. My pussy! Oh god! It burns!" Whitney faded back into her nympho self. Tucker strolled uncontrollably back into the hallway. He finally gained control of his body again."Let them go!" No. You give me full control and then they are free." No." Okay. Have it your way. I'm tempted to take over right now and force you to have sex till I feel better, but I'm going to forget this for now. Instead I'll tell you a story." About what?" Where I'm from,. He pushed quietly but with keeping his horny thick knob inside.He din´t slow down and his consumption did very moment. Slowly he fucked me with short bursts and the pain subsided. I began to push back with my ass and squeezed hard on his cock.He started me uninhibited, harder to fuck, his balls bouncing against my balls. What was that super horny. He began to moan louder, grabbed my hips and squirted with deep long strokes his seed deep inside me.After he was rested he grabbed my semi hard. Hands shaking a little I typed back. “Always wet when you’re around!” I could feel the juices starting to run inside me and my clit was tingling as I thought about what his reaction might be. The thought of him becoming hard as he thought about me getting wet was making me squirm in my chair. I reached up inside my top and stroked my already erect nipples through my pale pink lace bra. I love the sensation of the slightly rough lace against my aroused nipples. Ping ! Another email. “Now I.