” Damon told her huskily and her rhythm quickened so that her head bobbed over him. Rick could hear her slurping around him as she tried to suck whi...e he fucked her face. And her finger moved back and forth over her sensitive little nub, making her moan and groan against Damon’s cock even more.“Yeah, you like it don’t you, little slut.” Damon’s breathing was heavy now and he forced her face down on him, thrusting into her throat in quick short jabs, giving her no time to breath. Her finger. "Sweetheart, no need to be so shy around me. I don't bite. Well, not most of the time," she grinned. "Remember, I invited you to join me. I'd love your company. Why, you're my absolute favorite young man in all the world. Besides, you're just the man I need. Here," she nodded at the bottle, "be a love and do my back before I turn into a pork rind."Marilyn turned away leaving me to the decision. I took a deep breath, then retrieved the lotion. I knelt beside her and started working it across her. I couldn’t help but think about how good she looked. Mom was turning 47 in two months but you wouldn’t guess it by the look of her. Sure, she wasn’t the perfect fitness model but not at all in bad shape either. One of her most flattering features was her skin; it was as smooth as a 25-year-old’s. She was a regular at the local spa, which kept the light-tanned tone of her complexion intact all year round. Her hair was a darker shade of blonde which only added to the warmth of her skin tone and. Then she wore the blouse. My wife was looking hot in blouse and petticoat. Then my wife entered into the drawing room. The sales man was shocked to see my wife. Then my wife tried a sari. Looked in the mirror and then said no. show me another one. This time she selected another sari of different colour and asked for matching blouse to try. While the salesman was searching for another blouse piece my wife was sitting in blouse and petticoat. After a minute he gave the matching blouse. My wife.