I was shooting thick hot cum inside my mom’s pussy, and I could feel my load fill her hole. My dad continued to ring the doorbell. I continued shoot...ng semen deep inside mom’s pussy. My dick was leaking as I finished recollecting my dream. I was rock hard but yet felt like hit on the head. I couldn’t sleep either.All I could see when I closed my eyes was my mother jumping on top of me, and I had no idea when I fell asleep. The next morning, as soon as I woke up, I was searching for porn on the. Inside I still felt quite young. David Whitaker was not old, surely? I’d been given a lovely retirement do at work, with lots of people saying how we must keep in touch, but I didn’t really think we would. My wife was the sociable one and I’d lost her a few years before. Our two children had emigrated: one to Canada and one to Australia, so I saw them once a year at best. I’m not an easy mixer and I tend to keep myself to myself. My house was my kingdom, set in a large plot and screened. "You are both too humble for your own good," Roxanne said, laughing atus."Rebecca is TOO humble?" Susan asked, laughing at me."Well perhaps not humble," Roxanne corrected herself. "But it is truethis latest session of the Sissy Workshop has begun precipitously. Andwe have the two of you to thank." Thank you, sincerely, Roxanne," I said. "It has been a true honor toteach this workshop, and a true joy to have been able to watch it growand expand its reach." Speaking of honors," Roxanne began,. Yay.”“Yay.”Deandra walks over to a lounge chair, sits down and picks up a magazine that she begins to read.“Mind if I sit?” asked Dave.“Sure.” Deandra replied.Dave sat down across from her and grabbed a magazine as well. He opened the magazine and started to read, but something else caught his eye. Deandra’s pussy. That short robe of hers is really impractical. She had her feet up on the coffee table, so the robe scrunched up under her ass. Man that is a nice pussy. Perfect lips. Perfectly.