In my fantasy, he did and he did more. In my bed that night, I lay in the darkness and thought back to the black of the darkroom. I remembered feeling...his touch, his breath on my neck and his hands on mine. I realized I had slid my hand in my panties. My labia were swollen and wet. I slid my fingers along my lips, my hand caressing my mound. My other hand had pushed under my tank top and was feeling my breasts and squeezing my hard nipples. My finger slid into my pussy as my thumb pushed on my. He was standing in front of the door. He closed it after we entered.“Can you explain yourself?” I asked him and put both my arms on my waist to make myself look serious.“Hey, who’s this chick? I thought your mom was coming?” he asked Sunil. I snapped my fingers in front of Daniel’s eyes.“I’m his mother. Why are you bullying my son? Should I file a complaint to the principal?” I asked.“You can try. But I highly doubt it would work. Instead, we can speak this out. Like two grown-ups,” he said and. After another line, I did some more dancing for the guys. I felt like strutting my stuff. We pretty much did a repeat of before. I danced around, mostly holding my boobs to keep them from jiggling about, then going over in front of each of the boys and giving them an up close and personal look at my fur. This time I hiked my leg up on the arm of the sofa, spreading my pussy wide open. My pussy wanted some dick and I am sure the guys could tell by the wet glistening pink of my vagina lips. We. If I wasn’t careful I could hit her cervix with the head of my cock and make her jump. The last doctor had taken care of her hymen during his internal examination of her so it was not in the way that first time I entered her. In my mind I was doing this for her own good but I was really beginning to enjoy this a lot myself. My daughter Amber was a lot better fuck than my wife had ever been. I was trying to stretch this first fuck out to a whole hour if I could however I made it to all of about.