"Yeah, sure," he says and sits down in his armchair in front of the TV.He's still dressed in the dirty jeans and denim shirt he wears to work at the g...rage. Our big dog, Rex, shuffles over to the chair, lies down and goes to sleep.I bring Ed a cold can of beer from the fridge, and he turns on the TV. But as I walk back to the kitchen, I hear him turn his chair around to look at me instead.I feel a bit self-conscious. After all, it's a hot day and I'm only wearing one of Ed's big shirts and a. You should be on toppp now, I murmur, smiling. He gets on top of me, positioning himself at my snatchs entrance, and pushes in, leaning down to kiss me. We kiss as his hips move, pushing innnnnn and outtttt, my legs wrapping around him and my hands tangling themselves into his hair. We keep going, until his breathing changes more, and he pulls out all the way before pushing back inside me, my pussy tightening as we both climax, my legs tightening around him and my hands trying not to pull his. "Do boys like it that way, Mom?" Sounds like you're about to impart some inside information, Melissa." Well, I guess. You know though I've had a hate-hate relationship withthis thing, right? It was only after my breasts began to develop that Istarted looking for videos like this one. It's easier to put yourself inthe scene when you can caress your own breasts. It's not the samethough." Why?" she asked."Because when a girl strokes her man, her hand goes away from her. Minealways comes down on. “Baby, you're so tight, I don't want to hurt you”, he said. “Don't worry Honey, it will go in. You have been all the way in me once tonight.” She responded to him. It was like a married couple talking to each other. Had they already developed that kind of connection? He slowly pushed and started to slide it in. At the half way point he stopped to let her adjust. With short strokes he fed more and more in. From the look of it I wasn't sure who owned who. My wife wanted his monster cock and.