“I couldn't. It wouldn't be right.” “Sure it would,” Mary cooed. “They'll happily be your slave.” My mom looked them over and then motione... to Joy. “Can I have this one?” my mom asked. “I know its so wrong but...it's so exciting, too.” “Joy, this is Sandy, from now on she's your primary Mistress.” “I am so happy to be yours,” Joy gushed in her heavy accent Vietnamese, and sat on my mom's lap and I felt my cock stir as they started making out. Even at 43, my mom was still a beautiful woman. She. She planted her perky ass between my legs. She was breathing hard and I swore I could smell her arousal.I reached around her body and pulled her top down, exposing her small breasts again. She wiggled her ass against me as I cupped both of her tits, squeezing them gently.“Oh. Oh that’s nice. Oh that’s nice.” She moaned, grinding into the seat.“Yeah?”“Uh huh.” She nodded.“You’re getting hot, huh?”“Uh huh.”“You wanna do something about it, don’t you?”“Uh huh.”“Go ahead. Go for it. Touch yourself.. She moaned again, but arched her neck back to accept him better. I blushed with jealosy as she sucked him intensely. At times her mouth and face was completely buried in his thick pubic hair face. He was amazingly gentle and she moaned softly with nearly every thrust.He quickly turned around again and easily slid his wet cock into her pussy. He manipulated her body like an expert. Julia squeaked loudly so I knew he was fully inside her. Even as a younger guy - he looked like an expert at. “My wife and I have this betting game. One of us would hide with our intimate friends while the other one must find him or her within two hours.” I saw that he curled his arm around his wife’s lower body to reach her clit. He kept fucking her while he explained their little game. “You got here with 30 minutes to spare.” “This was not the first time you played this joke?” I wanted to know. “No,” said Mrs. Big. “This is actually the first time anyone of us was successful.” Her face was wet with.