His cock was soon buried in her pussy as she grinded her hips into him. “your fantasy is now fulfilled, are you going to cum inside me again?” he ...as just grunting as she rocked her hips back and forward. Mom then started raising her hips off the bed letting me see his full length disappearing in her pussy, I was stroking my cock which was erect again. “Eating his cum out of me was so fucking hot, thinking of it is making me cum again” with that he grunted, she leaned forward, and kissed him as. What we would wear. What we would eat. What... What bullshit. You are words on a computer screen -- nothing more. You aren't really real. I know in my ever so logical mind that I would, once again, be spending this Valentine's Day's night alone. ******I find myself sitting in my room wanting you. Wanting you to be here after our "big date". Wanting to have you read me that Valentine's card full of clich?that you had gotten for me. Wanting to read you the Valentine's poem that I'd written just. One of his hands was firmly tweaking the rosy peak of the other breast, while the other meandered downwards to slip beneath her folds. She was so wet, so incredibly aroused that she could feel her own moisture on her thigh. ‘Please,’ she whispered, and Aidan dragged a finger through her slick pussy as he gently bit on her nipple, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her spine and making her cry out. ‘You’re so wet for me,’ he murmured, his breath warm on her ear. When she nodded he. About 10 minutes in to her bath I heard her voice and my heart almost stopped she called out “well if you’re going to wash my back you better come in here” I cautiously approached the bathroom door which was partially open and pushed open to find Margaret laying in the bath, and what a beautiful site, nicely sized breasts (about 36C) a flat stomach with a few stretch marks, down to a perfectly trimmed black bush, maybe you should take your shirt and pants off and put over the radiator she.