Chad was a star football player for our high school ( that's how I knew him. I played defensive end on the team) and a good-looking son of a bitch. In...addition to his handsome face and body, Chad was hung like a horse. I knew that he could get any girl in the school, so I was surprised to find out that he was fixated on my mother. When he asked me if it bothered me that he wanted to sleep with my Mom, I had to confess that it didn't, and if he wanted to go for it, he was more than welcome to. I. You are responsible for my care and protection after your Abbu but does that mean we can be lovers! I am your mother! Ammi, I have become owner of everything that belonged to Abbu. I use his money, his house, his property and protect it too. Don’t you belong to Abbu? Don’t I have right over you? How can I see my Abbu wife neglected sexually? If Abbu’s house needs to be painted, I get it done, don’t I? Otherwise it would look bad, wont it? How can I neglect Abbu’s wife? She is horny and is it. Those guys all showed up for that first night, maybe even a few beyond the initial 30. The girls did not all show up. One did not make it. That left three to service over 30 guys. Most of the guys were inner city Indianapolis BBC. And they were anxious to fuck a white pretty swinger wife. When the event was first offered, that owner fella had claimed the guys would need no condoms, and that they could fuck the women harder than they could their own girlfriends or wives. Seriously, this owner. With slow movement she lifted her dress until her pussy was on show, trailed her right hand over her leg, and tentatively pressed her finger against her pussy lips, she was dripping wet. She rubbed her finger from the bottom of her wanting hole to her clit, up and down, the pleasure she felt from such a gentle touch emboldened her. She adjusted how she was sat so she could masturbate more easily. He placed his hand on her thigh, gripping her skin, he’d moved so he was facing her, and leaning.