One morning just after my18th birthday, thinking no one was home I was so horny I was shaking. I swore, as I did a hundred times before, that this wou...d be the absolute last time I would fuck the pillows. I knew when it was over I would hate myself because it was so sick. I could not help myself and I dressed pillows in mom's underwear and began feeling and admiring the fake tits I assembled. I had two pair of her dirty underpants and started fucking my fake Mom. My ass and pelvis and prick. In any case, Gloria made sure to bring a couple of Colombian dishes to add to the occasion, even if it meant possibly annoying Claire. Their rivalry could be nasty at times, even if loving at other times. Well, they were family, after all, in a sort of mutual, grudging respect step sense, full of tension and curious admiration for each other. Gloria knew that Claire had a lot of power in her marriage and envied her that at times, even if she wasn’t ready to do or be what it took to be that kind. “This out to be interesting,” I commented after Cheryl had given her the order number, “ I was hoping for a mature female to see you dressed like a whore and covered in cum.”“You would, you’re just a fucking pervert,” my wife replied.“Well, you are too, for coming out of the porn theater looking like you just came out of a gang bang.” I was now stroking my hard cock a bit faster, hoping the waitress would bring the order soon.The door swung open, and a fortyish woman came out carrying a large. This is because while I was "one of the lads" I was and still am really shy around girls. I had met a girl called Sara on one site and we got on well and talked regularly she loved my Welsh accent. We shared the same interests and I could tell she had a sexy side to her. She was coy about telling me things about her, other than saying she was a red head she wouldn't describe herself to me telling me that I would have to find out for myself. What I did know was that our online personalities got.