Fuck it! Who was he angry at? Allan had so many questions in his head and so few answers.Beth was lost in her own world, still. Her body needed that b...g cock again just for the experience and she needed release; and Allan as far as she knew was not around. She didn’t want to be screwed by this foreigner, he was just there and she was using him every bit as he was using her. After all, that’s what Allan had wanted; she had evolved under Allan’s direction to this cock craving slut to fulfil his. She enjoys being looked at, appreciated, desired. I knew he would find her desirable, he had, after all, enjoyed her fully before. We drank, danced, and talked. He was lit when we got there, before we left she was too. He had spent the evening making suggestive comments and compliments to her, which I don’t mind, as long as the commentator is discrete and respectful. By the end of the evening I knew he couldn’t drive home safely, so offered him a ride. He was thinking about it (after all it. I enjoyed watching her stretch as she would bend over and her ass would stick out just begging to be pounded from behind. Of course, my favorite was to watch her bend over and stretch from the front so I could see down her shirt and just stare at her lovely cleavage. Ms. Reynolds moved into my neighborhood the day after my last day of school. Now I had a long summer break to spend every single day trying to get a glimpse of her using my binoculars through my bedroom window. I do a pretty good. I got up earlier than mom but when she woke up she was shocked finding us both naked on the same bed and started asking about what happened last night. I casually kissed her on the lips and she was too shocked to push me back I touched her breasts she recovered and pushed me back this time although there wasnt any real force in her push I just backed off and said " mom I told u what we were doing was wrong didnt i tell u that u were drunk and u would regret it in the morning but u wouldnt.