That warm spring day was a turning point she'd never forget. The rest of the morning and most of the afternoon, she spent right there in her sunny kit...hen, trying not to think about the brown leather dog collar sitting on the table. It wasn't some sort of huge, black, studded thing you'd see in a cheap biker movie. More than once she blushed, as she caught herself thinking that it actually looked kind of nice. A slim brown strap without studs or stitching, it wasn't even lined, although the. My mother slammed her pussy down my cock, engulfing every inch of me.Pleasure rippled through me. My left hand reached around to grab her plump rump. My dick throbbed in her pussy. This naughty thrill ran through me. My asshole tingled as my fingers explored into her butt-crack.“Ooh, you naughty futa,” purred my mother. “Yes, yes, finger Mommy's dirty asshole!”I popped my mouth off her nipple and moaned, “I will, Mommy!”I thrust my finger into her asshole. Her pussy clamped down on my cock as. She couldn't believe where she was and never would have guessed how the day would end if you had asked her that morning.The spent cock withdrew through the hole and scarcely more than a moment passed before a second cock, just as erect as the previous slipped inside. She bent down, rubbing her breasts along the length of his shaft, encasing it in her flesh. She slid her breasts back and forth along the length, thrilling at the feeling of the rock hard cock between her tits. She moved her chest. "Sharon, this is Ryan Gilchrist," he said somberly."Oh... hello Ryan," she replied. There had been no pause. She'd remembered his name immediately, though it had been some time since their last meeting. Her voice didn't sound happy though. Ryan decided to get to the point without sugarcoating anything."Sharon, I'm just as sorry as I could be to tell you this but your husband and my wife have been having an affair," he said bluntly. There was the sound of a sharply inhaled breath but Sharon.