I am so glad you called. I hope you liked those shoes. They seemed just perfect for you."He heard Mary giggle on the other end of the line. Considerin... the fact that the shoes were a pair of designer royal blue open toe pumps with six inch "Fuck me" heels, his comment about being perfect for her tickled her funny bone. Mary's funny bone was located due south of her belly button and centered at the top of her well-trimmed vaginal slit."Jeff, can you do me a real big favor and come over to my. ? He kept repeating that word. He kept repeating that word as my stomachmuscles convulsed with every repetition. He stepped back, mumbling to himself,presumably putting his dick back in place and tucking himself in. ?You can touch yourself now, whore. I know how wet you must be right now.God, isn't that fascinating?? I could hear him move behind me but my mind wasnow focusing on one thing only. ?Oh, wait, did I say ?fascinating'? I meantdisgusting. Yeah, yeah, that's the word I was looking for.. Bianca loved his momentum, his motion, his every movement against and inside her. Amplified by his expert mouth, alternating between teeth and tongue, toying with her nipples until they were aching, nearly painful. When she could no longer stand it, he switched to the other, not stopping his pattern, just steadily increasing his tempo.Nails raked down Bruce’s back, Bianca seeking some outlet for the pleasure he pounded into her. The mattress creaked in time with his strokes, almost as loud in. She stopped crying and washed here face. Her expressions made it apparent that she was embarrassed. Bringing her ass near me she mumbled a sorry. Holding her hand, I said, " Come on, after all you are my mother." A nineteen year old with a mother of twenty-four who could comfortably pass as his date, I thought to myself. "Why don't you go to your room, let me fix today's dinner." I asked her aloud. Nodding she went to her room. "Dinner's ready!" I called out to her. She appeared in the doorway.