"For a mother of an eighteen year old son, I still looked good. I know my husband still likes what I look like. He tries to fuck me at least five time... a week." I heard the car horn.I ran downstairs, closed and locked the front door and headed for the car. My son was already in the seat. I sat down on his lap and swung my legs into the car. I looked down and notice my dress barely covered my thighs. It rode up pretty high. My son was wearing baggy shorts and a t-shirt. I closed the car door. I. ‘You look at least ten years younger.’ ‘I need to do something about my hair though,’ she said. ‘That’s our first stop,’ I said. ‘I got an appointment at Dirksen’s for you but we have to hurry.’ ‘How did you do that? I usually have to make my appointment weeks in advance.’ :’Somebody owed me a favor…a big one.’ I said. ‘I even got Stephan to make some time, but he didn’t like it.’ ‘I’m sure he didn’t but he’s the best one there. What did you tell him you wanted?’ I laughed as I remembered his. .. I am terribly confused and have had too much to drink to be rational."Kevin shrugged. She had been too rational all her life. That was exactly the barrier that had to be broken through. She had raised him to be rational as well, and it certainly had its value in the proper time and place... but not in bed! "What do you suppose Natalie and Pa are doing now," he said as though he were musing idly instead of reminding her of the circumstances.Liz flinched, then she leaned back on her elbows,. Her eyes glowed with hunger as she watched her daughter’s creamy ass flying up and down. It was a beautiful thing to see, Pam thought. Her daughter fucking herself so passionately, so wildly. Josee’s face, so beautiful, was now contorted into a grimace of mindless ecstasy. As she rammed the fake cock in and out of her cunt with energetic thrusts.Pam, still plunging her finger into her soaking wet cunt, did not need the scream of intense ecstasy that ripped from Josee’s mouth to tell her of the.