We've been married twenty-five years. We have no secrets. Except this one.It a memory I have cherished for years. A really terrible little event, I'm ...fraid. I'm embarrassed to even write it down.Don't worry. You'll never know. When I'm done writing this, I'll delete it.But, tonight, with you in Portland on that medical convention, I've given myself permission to write this. And masturbate over it.And then erase it, so it never existed.My uncle was a mortician. You know that. But I never. "Oooooh, feels so good," Linda moaned, climaxing. "More, more! Get rid of my panties now, darling, they're only in the way between you and my cunt. Just rip them off of me."In a reflexing action, Marty grasped the flimsy band of fabric separating him from his mother's pussy and tore it to shreds. At the same time, Linda scooted her ass to shorten the distance between her crotch and the boy, her skirt riding up all around her hips in the process. This left Marty staring directly into the hairy. Its like a jolt of electricity shooting through me, straight to my clit.My pussy is still responding to every push of his cock. He grabs my wrists and holds them above my head, and I explode again and again, screaming out loud. I feel him thrust hard and his seed fills me. He collapses on top of me, still buried in my cunt. "Who owns you? " his eyes are hard. "You do Master." I avert my eyes. "Look at me." he hisses. "Are you only mine?" he watches me intently. He knows I am a handful. In some. "His assistant walked up with a packet. "Jeff, there was something oddwith the reservations for Nicole. I was sure we had her returning herefrom London, but the system shows her going back to LA. Did you makethat change?" Huh? Let me take a look." Jeff looked at the printout and a confusedlook grew on his face. "Weird. I didn't do anything to the itinerary.Did you try to fix it?" Yes, I did. The system kept kicking it back and *all* other flightsthat weekend are showing full. I couldn't even.