I had told my parents that I was off to Windsor, not unusual some Saturday's to a Jazz club where I always stayed overnight at a friends place. This S...turday though was to be so different.I turned up at his house just after 2pm. Once again he was in a dressing robe when he answered and as soon as I was inside the door, he started to snog me. I naturally responded enthusiastically. He then showed me a lovely silk dressing robe, similar to his, which he said he had bought for me to wear on my. Her eyes remained tightly closed and she kept biting her bottom lip. She not only looked stunningly beautiful, but she gradually acquired an expression of intense, exquisite pleasure. Mex had never seen anything like it, such an unbelievable response to his lovemaking. He suddenly found himself wanting something he had very rarely wished for; for time to stand still.. Time never does stand still, and no matter how he tried, he could not stop himself coming again inside her, after which a. I feel the hairs on her pussy scratch me. As we fuck I flip her over on her back and as I do a loud fart squeezes through her ass. I don’t stop, fucking her as I smell the fowl stench. Strangly I find it all the more arousing breathing in my mothers gas, while barried in her snatch. I explode once again inside my mother. March 3rd, 2012My mother and I have grown a great sexual relationship since that night I walked in and fucked her in her sleep. We have explored both our fantasies. I as a. And it was full of things to make war with. Pistols, rifles of numerous types, clothes, cases of ammunition, and latched crates along the wall. The outside wall contained weapons on pegs and covered twenty feet of it with work benches underneath.“Where did you get all this?”“Most of it is collected from missions. Some I purchased from discrete contacts for unsanctioned missions.”He walked me over to the pistols. Many looked the same and there were multiples of many of the types. He took several.