One day I was asked to help with a rush order that needed to go out later that day, I went to the guy who normally did the order picking and he thrus... the order in my hands and told me to crack on ! I said are you not going to supervise and he said fuck that!! And laughed and said on the job training. The next afternoon I could see the warehouse manager glaring at me and gesturing for me to see him now in no uncertain manner,I walked over to his office and he said shut the fucking door and. ” We just slept off that night but I couldn’t sleep all night. One half of my mind was not willing to do it.I just apologized to mom and tell her I don’t want anything to happen. But the other part of me was willing to take advantage of the situation and make my fantasy come true. Part of me was thinking that I may not enjoy making my mom do anything that she will just do out of her anger for me.But the other half tells me, “Who cares. just make your fantasy true.” But maybe a part of me knew. "Rob looked embarrassed, "For what?" he said."I have to have you in me now," she said.Rob looked at me, "Are you cool with this?" Absolutely," I said, "Honey, fuck is brains out."They ripped the rest of their clothes off, and then my wife pulled her knees up to her ears and Rob entered her so slowly that I thought she would scream out in pleasure. I pulled out my cock and began jerking it for all it was worth. Rob must have taken 45 seconds to enter her and she was so wet it was easier than I. There was this parlour near where my wife and I lived and I would often stop and look in the window as see the wonderful works of art displayed there.It was my day off and I was looking forward to a nice quite day. I put my coat on and decided a pub lunch was in order after all my hard work I had put in over the last few weeks. As usual, I stopped outside the Tattoo parlour when the door opened."Hi, there," he said.He looked just like an exile from a motorcycle gang, big with large tattooed.