She was also, for some obtuse reason, wearing a faded jeans skirt that day, instead of the shorts she usually wore in the summer. Looking up her tanne... legs I saw white panties clinging lovingly to a bubble butt and a pronounced mound of Venus.I know. Panties don't cling lovingly to anything. But if I were those panties I'd be clinging to her soft skin, and it would be VERY lovingly!"What are YOU looking at?" she popped off. I had to lick my lips before I could speak. "Nothing." Liar!" she. Large sizecondoms. Thank God they were going to use protection. Atleast that was what Margret thought. Also on the listwas a black mini skirt and a shear black top. Margret started to dress. Thank God the kids werevisiting friends for the weekend. They wouldn’t seetheir mother dressed like a slut leaving the house thatday. Billy was out in the living room pacing the flooras Margret adjusted the black skirt around her tinywaist. She had to sit in a chair as she slipped on thosehigh heels.. You order me to masturbate to this treatment to train my mind to desire it. I will learn to enjoy it over time. I know I will not be able to cum until you've cut the rubber bands at the base of my cock... but the edging sensation of being almost about to cum keeps me eager to please. After each snap blow to my anus I arch my back exposing the base of my cock in hopes that you will pull and cut the rubber band so I can release.You move to pull out a large butt plug from the nightstand. You lube. Val had some experience in sexual partners. There was Joe, her husband, and Gerry Attric, in recent years. And just a few days before with professionals like Jay Carter and Professor Dorian. Going back further, there had been two boys in high school and one in her freshman year when she was so horny she thought she’d explode. And then there were the women, like Bernie and Wanda, and a few others… some of whom she’d already forgotten. Val was suddenly wrenched back to reality when Marty groaned,.