I rise off her small body and look as I move in and out of her. My glistening cock smells its victory is near. I always marvel at the look of it as ...t slides out of her tight pussy. She clamps down and squeezes as the back stroke begins and she quite literally holds on until I back out far enough to break her grip. Her pussy then quite literally snaps back into place and the process repeats itself.I pick up my speed as I grab her hips. Her nipples swell even more and I am pounding hard. She obviously caught her in time because they were sitting in the kitchen, talking as I got there. Mum was still a pretty young woman at thirty-five, her figure was still trim and from what I could see beneath the flimsy lace robe she had on. Her breasts were still firm and didn't really need the support of a bra.Her short blonde hair was still wet from the shower, she looked tired though as though a month on the wagon would do her some good. She smiled up at me and raised her face for a. IntroductionA married white housewife journey’s to the UK in search of a dark sexual fantasy that has been smoldering for sometime and wants desperately for it to become reality. Her husband has become close friends with this woman Becka through the web and they have been corresponding for sometime as both seem to have the very same ideas and interests, as to his wife Diana's fate. They have discussed so many things about this sexual fantasy, of white women in slavery to black men and all of. He is good. But she knows I know about his alcoholism. Every relative knows about it.I: why are you looking tired and week?She: nothing. Might be because as I was sleeping. She went to kitchen. I feel bad about her luck. How a good girl can have such bad luck. She was cooking I guess.I got my towel from bag and went to kitchen. I got fresh and came back to kitchen. I sat on chair in kitchen while she was heating food. I started talking about happening in her life and with my studies. Then we.