" The idea that regular women are being generous enough to take their clothes off so I can look at their beautiful bodies is an incredible turn-on for...me. Unfortunately, Linda, my wife, doesn't always share my enthusiasm for surfing the web for porn. Consequently, I need to sneak my viewing.Last week, while my wife was up in our bedroom, I was down in the den surreptitiously looking at beautiful, real women and slowly stroking my cock. I opened a contribution from a woman who's story stated she. We talked on the journey and I was so happy when Rich suggested that we should make the cottage our permanent residence. "I have nothing against Broughley, but I feel that with your dad getting married again we should allow him and Ashley their space." You're right, but for the wrong reason." Oh?" We are the ones needing our space and our space is the cottage. All the time we have been together we have usually been in company. I want some time for us. I am not saying no to some visitors, but I. Iheld them up and saw there was white lace around the waist and legs ofthe underpants and around the straps of the undershirt with a bow atthe front of the waistband and the neck."Hold on! I'm not wearing these," I protested."Girls wear panties and camisoles under their dresses," Beth saidmatter of factly. You agreed to let us dress you up and that is whatyou have to wear. Now, are you going to put them on or not?" Whatever," I said. I was sure she figured that I would refuse to wearpanties and. I know you like doing it." Without stopping her right hand, Mom slipped her left hand behind my ass and pushed her index finger against my asshole, moving it in a circular motion, just how she cleaned me. My asshole relaxed, and I found my Mom's finger slide smoothly inside. That did it for me. I came oodles into her panties. She slowly reduced the pace and stopped stroking me, bringing out her finger from my asshole. Mom held my dick lightly in her fingers and cleaned my cock and pelvis with.