Again it was Micheal Douglas and again it wasn't Catherine Zeta-Jones he was fucking. Catherine pushed another button and the picture changed again. M...cheal again, but this time a different girl. This girl was black and it appeared that Micheal was fucking her in the ass. Lost in the moment of the sex on screen, I felt my erection in my pants start to blossom.Catherine pushed yet another button and the picture cut off. Turning to face me, she spoke again."All of the girls you just saw were. "What you did at the party. I was there. I watched you on the dance floor and then outside, from the bushes" Oh my god" Amanda exclaimed. "That was you watching us! And even though you watched him fuck me just a few hours ago you still you went down on me?" "Yes" I replied " I love you and watching the two of you just made me want you more" Amanda hesitated, then smiled. "Well, I suppose I'm glad you feel that way. I'm surprised that you're OK with it though. He fucked me very hard. He couldn't. "With one long stroke, Donny drove his cock into his mother'shot, wet channel. He was amazed at how good it felt to havea woman's hot pussy grasp his cock without a rubber in theway. He thought that making love to Aunt Sue was great, butit was nothing compared to what he was now feeling. Thesensations of moisture and heat could be felt to theirfullest, and he revelled in those sensations. As his pubicmound crushed against hers, he cried out, "Oh, God, Mom! Oh,God, it's so good, s-o. But then those days were gone and he was snapped back to reality on his office desk.“Aman, would you stop day-dreaming and do some bloody work?”, shouted his boss.His boss Amrita Singh was a stern lady, another reason for Aman to hate his job. But you could understand her behavior, she was a self-made entrepreneur who had worked in her entire twenties to make a living for herself and had married a husband chosen by parents because he was a son of a successful businessman.There were rumors that.