The stereo was banging out cool country music and the blender was wide open. I was busy chatting with some friends I haven't seen in a while and catch...ng Hell about getting old. Around eight thirty my wife walked by me and all she said was I'm at four already, and kept walking. The lady I was talking to asked what that ment, well quick thinking me said that's how many drinks shes had so far.She said she had better slow down or she'll be flat on her back before the night is over. I said you are. Logan felt himself getting hard just thinking about what he was about to do. And then he heard a gasp behind him as the mother came back into the room. ‘What are you doing?’ she asked, incredulous. Logan scowled at her. ‘She’s about to fuck her old man,’ he said, ‘and you can either stay out of it or join in.’ He exerted just enough control over her to allow her to pick from the two options, and she chose the former, retreating into her bedroom. That suited Logan just fine. Moments late he was. I grabbed her blouse and opened it I grabbed her tits and squeezed them kneaded them kissed them bit them and abused them in every possible manner all Maureen did was play with my head while I did that encouraging me to do it more.I took the blouse off (the remaining of it) and then her bra she was completely naked, her body glistening, her chest rising and falling.I crushed her breasts again and kissed and bit them slowly I traced down with my tongue and pushed my tongue in her navel that was. He didn’t hide the fact that he was looking. “I’m sorry, I’m forgetting me manners: the name’s Minge, Warrington Minge.” “Lizzie, Lizzie Harrison.” Lizzie had the distinct impression that the vigorous handshake was an excuse to set her breasts jiggling. Yet somehow, the gaze wasn’t ‘pervy’ – just appreciative; the subtle difference between looking at a nude painting in an art exhibition and masturbating furiously over the centerfold of a pornographic magazine. “Well, it’s a pleasure to meet.