I wanted to squirt again; I needed it…Tyrone had me supported with his hands holding my butt cheeks, as he silently carried me out of the bedroom. O...ce in the hall, he asked where I wanted to be fucked. I nodded in the direction of the guest room, where we could be alone…Tyrone kicked the door to close it and he laid me onto the bed,As he tried to lift himself up and out from my cunt, I pulled him back down to me. I pulled his strong hand to my mound, so that he could check how wet I was. He. I dropped my cock and bent to retrieve them. It’s not like I had never done it before. Many a night I masturbated as I pressed my sister's panties to my nose. Tonight would be no different.“You fucking pervert,” Sis hissed.She had opened the door to toss her cummy blouse into the hamper. My head snapped up from her undies in alarm at the intrusion. My cock was still hard in my other hand. “Why are you smelling my panties?”Embarrassed, unable to answer, I stood with her panties in one hand and. Even Anna was fifty. Was she just settling for me? I figured she was.And, the biggee, was she still going to be on speaking terms with my enemy? And would that be making a difference if she was. Did I have the balls to dare tell her who she could be friends with? Yeah, she was upset about what she heard, but not near as upset as I was—read insane with rage! No, no, not nearly as upset as I was!Well, I had a little advice I was going to be handing out to somebody, maybe Sarah’s new hubby. At the. However we had a good sex session the night before and had left my wife's big black dildo on the nightstand. What shocked my wife is that mom washed it and put it back on the nightstand. That night at dinner my wife thanked mom for cleaning our room and I didn't think anything about it until my wife told me how mom had washed her dildo and put it back. I just smiled and my wife asked me what was so funny I said can you imagine mom stroking your dildo to wash it. As we always saw mom as kind.