My sissy son hasobediently followed my instructions. He is tied down in his usualposition on his milking bench -arms and legs draped towards the groun...and bound to the sides of the bench. He lifts his head when I walk in.Me: What am I going to do with you? Cumming while massaging mommy's ass.This is unacceptable. What should I do with you?Him: I've been a bad boy. I'm sorry.Me: And....?Him: I must be punished. Please punish me mommy.I approach my tied down sissy son. I grip his thong and slowly. It had been two long years since there had been a real cock inside her. Never in those two years had she needed one as badly as she yearned for one now. Her toys were at home. She grabbed the hairbrush from the nightstand. Soon she was on her back and legs spread. She began fucking herself with the handle. She was soaked. She fucked herself hard. Her juices sloshed loudly as she imagined the Nebraska hick pounding her wanton pussy. White foam formed on the handle as she vigorously moved the. The door closed.I pounced.I hooked my hand behind Rosemary’s neck and pulled her to me. I kissed her hard on the lips. I thrust my tongue into her mouth. She didn’t resist. I had never once flirted with her. Made a pass on her. Sussed out her for desire with women. I knew the only thing my husband edited into her was a willingness to have sex with him.He’d just been too busy getting ready for being mayor to enjoy her yet. Plus, he was having fun with his students.My tongue danced around in her. ”, she annoyingly interrupted, “What? Why? How can a tall dark and understanding boy can be single?”.I said to her, “This is partly because of luck and partly because I have a fetish for mature women”. My Bengali tuition teacher very understandingly asked, “What age group are you into?”. I said, “35-45”.Sushmita then blushingly said, “Well, I am well under 45, so do you have a ‘Fetish’ for me as well?”. I didn’t anything as my red face and hard dick had already answered her question.After a.