Margie felt wonderful sensations surging through her body, but even more wonderful were the mental sensations that she was experiencing. Here was this...guy fucking her; up until twenty minutes ago, she had never laid eyes on him before; she didn't even know his name. On a few of the porn sites on the net, that her husband had shown her, she had seen the term "fuck meat," and now she knew exactly what fuck meat was - she was fuck meat for this man. Until now, with only her husband fucking her, it. Events from this weekend…posted 3 weeks after above post. So my MIL is spent the weekend with us. So yesterday we all went swimming. I made it a point to wear my swim trunks with no built in underwear. I also made it a point when she was in the pool for me to sit on the edge and open my leg so my cock would be eye level with her. She obviously liked it a lot. Anytime I would sit on the edge she would float her raft to my end and make conversation. I would help the view out by spreading my legs. ”He glanced at the heap beside him covered with blankets and nudged it with an elbow.“C’mon, don’t be shy. Say ‘hello’ to our guest.”The heap of blankets moved for just a moment and then stopped moving.“C’mon,” Junior insisted, “c’mon outta there!”The heap of blankets moved a bit more. First a forehead, and then a pair of eyes, and at last a whole face poked its way out of the cocoon.“Hi, Roxie,” a familiar voice said. “Junior and I are a couple now.”It was Bonnie. She grinned at Roxie. Roxie. Then you come strolling up – a guy who owns a studio at 19 years old!”“My family trust owns the studio,” Phil corrected. “I’m just the trustee appointed to run things. Look, a year ago, I was just a college kid who didn’t know his ass from his elbow. Sure, my family owns a ton of stuff – and they’ve given some of it to me. To be honest, outside of mowing lawns when I was a kid, I’ve never earned a penny that didn’t come from my family or from my family’s influence.”“So you understand why I’m.