Like I mentioned, I do love my mother unconditionally; she just has a habit of throwing her pussy at everyone, especially anyone I’m interested in.�...�He’s just so perfect. I don’t care what it takes, but you need to marry this man.”“Mom!” I cried out. “You’ve known him for what, like an hour? I won’t marry again, and you know it.”She embraced me. “He’s Zeus, Thor, and Dionysus made flesh. I’d cast a binding on you two but I don’t think it would work on him; I don’t think anything works on. “My man and I have always fantasized about a younger man with a thick, ten-inch erection,” Sandra smiles as we size up each other as her man watches on. They are an attractive couple, both in their mid-forties. “We have wanted this for a very long time and we have a plan, if you are uncomfortable with anything let us know.“We really want this, both of us, don’t hold back,” she tells me as I watch her man undo the zip at the back of her dress before it drops to her ankles and she steps out of. Ellen screamed more loudly, her body jerking and twisting. Her breath came in harsh, spastic gasps. But she didn't stop moving. As Jason raised his arm once more she brought her head forward and down to kiss her husband again, gasping and moaning into his mouth. But when the belt whipped into her for a third time she tore her mouth away with a howl. Her movements became faster and harder, shrill cries coming from her throat between her panting sobs. "More, Ellen?" Jason said. He. I just got into the mood when there was a knock at the door I quickly fastened my blouse,pulled my skirt down and went to answer the door. It was Simon he had called round for my daughter. My pussy started to get wet as I let him in. He sat in our dinning room and I took the chance to sit opposite him, I was feeling really nervous and could see him looking at my tits. When I looked down my blouse was slightly open and he could see part of my tits and my skirt had rode up to reveal a small.