"Just start playing with your sexy, MILF tits, mom," he says dominantly.With ease, he slides two of his fingers inside of her pussy. Going in and out ...s he keeps her mouth covered. She is just moaning into this hand as she cannot keep the sounds in. She resumes playing with her breasts as Matthew fucks her with his fingers."They are really perfect, mom. Like really!"She blushes, her cheeks very red."I mean... I bet I was a huge fan of getting milk out of them when I was little." Matt smirks.As. Janine and I looked at each other and in a wordless communication that only women can have with each other, we showed our approval of these specimens of manhood.We entered one of the prettiest of the bungalows. It had a high ceiling, pale bamboo wood floors, tropical colors and little accommodations simply tailored toward meeting the desires of women. In the center there was an enormous four post bed and to its side black leather upholstered breeding bench. The spacious windows and sliding. Spring meant color and warmth. The bright colors of the new flowers and fresh grass filled the scenery. The days were longer and brighter and filled with the songs of returning birds. It had made her feel alive. She stood in front of small flower shop, flower pot in hand, eyes closed, her face lifted to catch the last rays of the sun. It wasn’t always that way. Vicki was bright and full of life all year round. Her blonde hair fell to her shoulders and shone in the light. Her blue eyes seemed to. Happens to us all— seems like he left you wanting more. That doesn’t sound happyThe response comes almost immediately.Oh I always want more after I’ve been well fuckedI’m just lying here naked with a big grin on my face, wanting to be used againYou unconsciously lick your lips, your drink forgotten. You never engage with strangers like this but you’re feeling something inside, something mischievous.— Oh yeah? Prove itYou regret saying that as soon as you send it. You have no idea who this woman.