You can’t tell anyone.”It was hard to look into his eyes as I talked to him.“Oh, he’ll remember!” My son gasped.“What makes you so sure?�...“It’s all he talks about.”“What do ya mean, ‘it’s all he talks about’?”“He talks about fucking you all the time Mom. It’s all any of my friends talk about.”Brian sounded distraught, flustered, almost like he was pissed off that his friends talked about me like that ... or he was a little jealous.“I’m very much aware of that.” I told my son.Brian looked at me a. Perfect."He happily declared and continued his assault on my nipples. Each lick, nip, flick, suckle, and tongue lash caused me to gasp and grind against him. It seemed to tickle him that I was reacting this way and he doubled his efforts, sucking half my breasts into his mouth before having the nipples. He attacked them until my breasts were bright red, covered in saliva, and I was a quivering mess eagerly humping his jean clad erection.He lowered me gently onto my bed, and looked me up and. Although she weighed less than a hundred pounds, the girl was sitting precariously on the edge of his lap. Afraid that she might fall onto the hard, tile floor, he placed a hand on her sock-covered knee to steady her. He answered the girl's question with enthusiastic joy, "Why, that's a fine surprise, Katie! You'll have to promise to slow down so you won't scare your old grandpa."Katie stared at the man and responded peevishly, "You listen here Mister, I don't drive fast! In years, you may be. She felt the long exhausted but relief filled shit and the pumping cock of a man over 3 times her age filling her love hole; which had been unplugged just for the occasion. Her clit was burning and in total unashamed spasms she began to climax. Bucking on the old man her ass finally spat the last wads of porridge everywhere, Michelle's mind a kaleidoscope of relief, orgasm and horror."OH God this can't be happeninnnnnnggggggggggggggg ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!"Bianca's eyes were blinking in.