But what she really wanted, was for him to turn around, pull her black knee-length skirt up, rip her knickers off, and bang the fuck out of her right ...here and then.She crossed her legs, the tightness of her skirt making it a little uncomfortable; the seams of her lace hold ups brushed against her skin as she squeezed her thighs together. Feeling as though her mountain of paperwork was glaring at her, she was ready for the freedom of her free period. She knew she needed to get the marking done. " Even as he spoke, his hands found their way to his mom's waist, and his hips regained their back and forth motion. He slowly slid his rod in and out, feeling the soft, velvety tightness of her wet hole, and the burning heat of her body. "It's okay," she said. "I'm just taking care of you, honey. These things happen..." Justin pumped into her faster, the accumulated arousal from the past couple of days suddenly overcoming the mental dam holding it back. He groped at his mom's breasts and. Standing in the room was a jolly, older gentleman. His silver hair that hung to his shoulders was unmistakable; his stance let her know immediately who it was. Her dream lover was standing in her home. His red jacket and rosy cheeks were just as she had remembered during all of her fantasies. Rachel knew that she would have him tonight.She snuck up behind him and slipped a hug around his waist. He spun, surprised at the interruption. Her kiss quickly brought recognition to his tired mind, and. "Timefor it to help me to put my bitch of an ex-wife in her place."Dave glanced at his watch. It was just after two in the afternoon. "Two o'clock on a Thursday, where would she be right now?" Dave smiled. "She doesn't work on Thursdays. It's her day for errands. Perfect!" Dave pulled his cell phone from its holder on his hip and used speed dial to call his ex-wife's cell phone. The phone rang three times before she answered."What do you want, Dave?" Hello to you, too. It's wonderful to hear.