Ashley felt so slutty pressing her body against her sons hard dick. She knew she should be ashamed at what she was enjoying but for some strange reaso... she didnt. Instead she felt alive, her blood flowed hotly through her veins, pussy yearning her sons hard cock. He felt huge pulsing against her bare thigh as her robe had slid open as they hugged. She felt his hard throbbing just inches from her pussy and it was all she could do to restrain herself from positioning his dick at her clit and. Now GO AWAY!"She listened as the man's footsteps came right to the bedroom door. Then she heard a man's voice. "I don't know who you are young lady. I'd guess you to be a friend of Joel's who spent the night. It's ok; I'm Tim Crowell, Joel's best friend. Joel gave me a key that I could use when I needed to borrow tools. I'm sorry I frightened you. I'll help myself to what I need then leave. Again, I'm so very sorry for startling you." Holy shit! It's TIM!" thought Janie. She grabbed her t-shirt. I could still see that dark tuft at the apex of her thighs as she sat there looking up at me, her hands resting on her knees. I pulled one of the office chairs in from the study nook and sat in front of her, our knees touching. Then gently laying my hands on hers, I breathed, "Are you able to show me?" Fiona gave me the sweetest smile, almost pleading with me not to hurt her. I returned the most reassuring look I could, and with that, I felt her knees part beneath our hands. Honestly, I was. I wanted a piece of her little-bitty pussy so badly I could taste it. Hell, big enough is old enough! Katie’s eighteen-year-old vaginal orifice and Kathie’s seventeen-year-old one had been elastic enough to stretch and accept my cock! Katia’s hole was only two years younger. That size and age might be pushing the limit, but in my horny opinion, a pussy of that age was old enough. Besides, pushing limits and fucking pussies was what I loved to do!“Mark, do you want some lemonade?” an.