” And she did. She told me all about what had happened with her husband when she got home. She told me in animated whispers, as we sat there side my...side in that little corner of the pub. “So when I got home, my heart was pounding already. What with thinking about how we’d spent the day—at your house and then at that sleazy little shop. I made myself busy making us some dinner and we didn’t really talk until we sat down to eat. He asked me where I’d been and what I’d been up to, and I came up. Quiero ver como disfrutas comiéndote la polla de otro hombre, eso me pone aún más!”Yo empecé a hacerlo lentamente, su polla estaba toda mojada de saliva de mi mujer. El invitado ni se movía, parecía estar en otro mundo, disfrutando nuestra lujuria. Su polla estaba caliente, venosa y dura como una roca. La boca de mi mujer se había asegurado de eso porque estaba mucho más dura que antes. Al sentirla así me vino un calentón y quise chupársela desesperadamente sin control; pero al saber que mi. I was still clothed but he was as naked as the day he was born," she said with pride."I get the picture, you don't need to go into details," I chided her. Yet, I was fascinated by her story. "Brenda, he is your son. How could you have sex with your own son?" I questioned."I struggled with my feelings for a while," she replied."But given the loneliness and heartache I had endured, I gave in to my desires. Plus, Bobby needed his mother and he was sexually starved, so I felt it was my duty as a. Standing up, she rode my cock, pouncing on it as I held her ass. We stood fucked for couple minutes before I laid her back on the chair. Sarah moved her legs back to her head, and let me to full dig into her pussy. Jen sat back and watched, finger fucking herself again. Sarah came first, but soon our creams mixed very well. Jen hopped on to Sarah's pussy as I pulled out. Jen was just going at her pussy, and her ass was just hanging out there. I thought about ass fucking Jen, but I just shoved.