My mother’s body fascinated me. Sometime in the last few years, she had gone from mom to this voluptuous mature woman. She was the object of my mast...rbation fantasies. I took to searching the clothes hamper for soiled panties. I would inhale them while jacking off. Once I saw her walk out of the bedroom stark naked. Her pendulous breast swayed invitingly as she crossed the hall to the bathroom. My dick sprang to rigid attention. She was holding a towel between her legs. I was confused at. I take my shower , blow dry my hair, and get fully dressed (except for pants, which I take out of the drawer and leave at the foot of the bed) before I lie down, close my eyes, and start the cycle.If not a full-on masturbation addict, I’m certainly an emotional masturbator. When I’m sad, happy, grouchy, or just bored, my hand automatically reaches down into my underwear and onto my cock. I can hardly be left alone for a few minutes on a comfortable piece of furniture without rubbing myself.. I rose up and Valerie spread her legs and moved them up so I could slide right up to that wet juicy pussy. And was it warm and juicy, it felt so very good and finally I was exhausted and lie down between these two voluptuous beauties like a sandwich, they were the bread and I was the meat. And I started to take turns sucking on each set of titties. Both had great titties to suck, but they were so different and now naked, I can give a more detailed description. While Tonya and the round. The best way to describe your father would be that he looked young but had a thick face but was pretty skinny his hair and beard were both bright orange and he looked very dirty almost like he had been in a fight or was rolling around in mud for days strait he wore a long trench coat that looked worn and old like as if had it for a while. He had tears running down his face and he was apologizing profusely saying things like Im sorry this has to be done please forgive me over and over again.