Satin at the back. And baby pink. I’m thinking there’s no way I can get away with this. His mom doesn’t have pink panties. She’s too old these...are definitely a lot more sexy than anything she has but I’m driven by such crazy testosterone i don’t think it through properly. now I’m know his mom has absolutely no Calvin Klein panties so I cut the tag off... if she sees these panties and looks at the tag it’s game over. I pack them in my bag so Full of doubt but wanting to feel that dopamine rush. Sliding my fingers down in between the cheeks…. and lower until I felt the damp heat of her rising wetness. Just as I was about to start feeling her wet pussy, she gently pushed forward….making room between us. She lowered her head to my tiny man nipples. ‘Oh goooodnessssss!’ I moaned as I felt the heat of her breath on my chest….. It fired up my desire even more. She licked my nipples and all the feeling went right through to my cock….my dick kicked and jumped right out of her grasp, and then. "Terry got a little defensive, "Look, you don't owe me an explanation. We're divorced and we both went out with people." She looked up at him, "You haven't talked to me in months, I just don't understand why now."He took a deep breath, feeling like a jerk for not talking with her before. "Terry, I'm sorry that I never gave you a chance to tell me your side of things before. No matter how I felt, you were my wife and I loved you. The way I acted was wrong." He paused, waiting to see if she. “Yes, yes, human, dump your seed into me. Breed me.” “Naga-slut!” he snarled about my nipple.I whimpered. I truly was a naga-slut, and I didn't care right now. My body craved his seed. My cunt grew hotter and hotter about him. Such a strong daughter. My fertile pussy drank in the friction of his thrusting cock, fanned by his mouth sucking back and forth from my nipples.His left hand moved through my coils. I gasped as his fingers found my pussy's folds. He stroked up and down around his cock,.