D responded by asking me if it was truly what I wanted. He asked me if I wanted to watch him nut into my wife. I told him YES. D grabbed my wife's thr...at with one hand and her forehead with the other. He forcefully shoved his rigid member as deeply as he could. She began to scream and encourage him to go as deep as possible. The rhythm intensified as sweat rained from his body. Two of his long fingers slipped across her chin and into her waiting mouth. She sucked his fingers as if it was his. "! Jaws tightly clenched, I grunted down at her, "Where do...ya want it...ya little whore..."? She whimpered louder as I forced my cock even deeper up her arse; I was past the point of no return! "In...in my mouth...I love the taste..." Quickly, realising that I was about to shoot, I pulled my shaft from out of her arse and grabbing a handful of her hair, I quickly rose to my feet and yanked her head round to face my knob as I furiously began to wank myself to a climax. Louise breathlessly. His mother had always been the one all if his friends drooled over. Especially when she had decided to become a substitute teacher when he was in high school and the rumors started that she slept with a student. He supposed he couldn't blame them. As Mrs. Evans even he couldn't deny that she was a wet dream. She was 5'9" with long legs. She always wore short, tight, pencil skirts to show them off, often with stockings that you could just see the top of when she sat down. Her blouses had trouble. He gently kissed her as he pulled the denim jacket off of her. She freed herself of the jacket and wrapped her arms around his neck not wanting the kiss to end. He pulled away gently as he slowly removes her tank top, his lips lingering over her breast. The warmth from his breath and the coolness from his tongue sending gentle waves of pleasure over her body. He slid his hands up her thighs cupping her firm ass before slowly lowering her jeans. On his knees in front of her he gently helped her.