"She's a fucking hooker!" she groaned to herself. "My son's dating an old, fat, black hooker!" she mumbled and then fell back on her couch. Linda did...'t know what went wrong. Her son was such a sweet, obedient c***d. "He didn't even eat a candy bar without my permission." she sighed, her heavy, 42 GG breasts heaving on her chest in a tight tank top she had on. Her belly spilled over the belt in her tight jeans. She wasn't a slim girl. Over the years, her body had gained matronly proportions. Mabel and George entered, looking as though they'd been waiting for the summons.They must have been outside the door all the time, Doris thought with fright. This is all pre-planned! Is everything Mildred does so very well-planned beforehand?"Fasten her to the punishment stool," said Mildred, casually.Doris's eyes jerked open wide. The stool!"No!" she screamed, "I won't do it--no, no, no!"Mildred lit a cigarette while Mabel dragged the strange stool from its place in the closet.Doris made a. They stripped her dress off in the hallway, and were fingering her pussy and arse at the same time, to her immense enjoyment. We went straight into the bedroom, where we all removed our clothing, and lay on the bed. My wife at first lay between the other guys, and at the sight of them both feeling her tits and pussy, I was moved to kneel down at the foot of the bed and, moving the guys’ hands out of the way, began to lick, nibble and suck my wife’s cunt lips, inner cunt lips, and clitoris. I. She must have gone to the gym beforehand, because she was wearing just her black sports bra, skin tight pants, and looked sweaty."Drew, can you help me and get the rest of the groceries from the car?" she called to me. Jon and I were right in the middle of a fierce game."In a minute," I yelled back. She was setting down the groceries on the counter."No, Drew, now! The milk is going to go bad." I'm in the middle, mom!" I yelled, but she wasn't having that. She walked right over and stood in the.