I entered the bathroom and found her sitting at the toilette and she stared back at me as she stroked her smooth pussy lips between her long fingers. ...y sexy wife had an evil grin in her face…Then I walked up behind my wife and kissed her neck while rubbed my fingers over her sweet shaven mound. Ana moaned loud and I knew she had come on her fingers…She turned her head to me and we kissed deeply.Ana had warned me she had a date with a guy I had never met.His name was Alfred and he was a new. Lanny had me bend over the table and he applied the lube down my cheeks and massaged my anal opening. He pushed a couple of fingers in the get me loose.“Oh fuck! It feels good.”“Lanny, rub your head around my tight hole a few times and then slowly push the head in over the rim.”“Fuck! Just rubbing my head over your asshole is fantastic. I can shoot off from rubbing,” said Lanny.I could feel the pressure of his head being pushed against my hole. It took a little push and his head popped. She had his...she… Oh Jesus!She knew she had to run away—get as far from this unholy scene as possible—wipe it from her memory! This was not happening! But her feet remained rooted to the floor and she found herself unable to look away. She stared and stared, the image of what the little whore was doing, the obscenity of it, burning itself into her mind. And right alongside of it images of his—Peter’s—face in the dim light: the look of blissful pleasure, the affectionate, loving expression. Yeah," Mitch confessed, not seeing the use in trying to deny anything."You and your friends are interested in MILFs?" All guys are interested in MILFs, Mom. Even old guys—they think about how much they loved them when they were younger." Do you think I'm a MILF?" Oh Jesus, Mom. You're so gorgeous, you're beyond a MILF. If anything, you'd be Queen of the MILFS." Do your friends think of me as a MILF?"Mitch paused, unsure of what to say, but realized that based on what had happened with his.