I love to see that wo jab bhi chalti thi to unki gand bahut hilti thi mein kabhi bhi ye moka nhi khota tha unki gand dekhne kaa mann karta Tha ki unki...gand ko pakad lu magar darta tha wo humesha tight kapde pehanti aur gahr par wo short aur shirt me rehti thi unka colur fair tha aur sharir par ek bhi baal nhi tha skin bahut smooth thi wo jab bhi ghar ke bahar nikal ti thi to ladke sab chod ke unko dekte rehte the wo apni gadi se nikalti thi to unke boobs hilte rehte the uhke kai baar nipple bhi. After cleaning up I made my way downstairs and begun making us breakfast and coffee. John came in from the living room we sat in the kitchen making small talk avoiding what happened last night. At least I was avoiding it still thinking of my daring encounter with my son few minutes ago. John did not ask any questions at first about having someone in our bed; he quietly ate breakfast with me but did not press the issue of me bringing another woman into our bedroom. I suspected he enjoyed last. ” Trudy didn’t hesitate. She was in the mood for some adult action so she stood up and peeled off her tee shirt, prised off her trainers and unzipped her jeans wiggling her hips slightly as she eased them over her slim hips before letting them drop to the floor. She was wearing a matching set of white lacy mini briefs and bra. Her flawless milky white skin looked smooth and silky and as she undid the topknot of pale red hair and let it tumble down to her shoulders, she posed for us like a model. “Oh, right there… YES! I love your balls hitting my clit… OH!”He brought his palm down on the creamy white curve of her rump with a SLAP, and she yelped in surprise and then moaned with pleasure.“Again!” she cried.SLAP! His hand came down again.“You like that, you fucking whore?” he growled.“YES!” she screamed, pushing herself back against him, pumping her pussy along his cock, meeting his every thrust.He reached down and took a handful of her dark mane in his hand and pulled her head towards.