This resulted in her being told many times to change her footwear to something more appropriate, but then the managers started to tire of telling her ...ll the time to change and started ignore her heels, thus leaving her now mostly wearing her 6 and 7 inch platform sandals (she had bought a couple of pairs in different bright neon colors and a pair that was completely clear from an online store that catered to fetish and stripper-wear).When she did have to wear the sneakers that were part of her. Me: It’s not wrong mom. Enjoy it. It will be a secret between us. Mom I want to fuck you on dads bed.Mom: No son, please don’t fuck me. You can feel my boobs. I will even give you a blowjob, but please don’t fuck me.Me: Ok mom. But I want to do those on dads bed.Mom: No son. We can do it here. I feel guilty in doing it in your dads bed.Me: No mom lets go to dads roomI lifted her in my hands and took to dads bed. I laid her in bed. She closed her eyes. I kissed her eyes. I started sucking her. At the start he was obsessed with sex, at it like a jack rabbit on heat, the times she’d complained, a headache, or to tired; always something to stem his zest. Now the tide had turned, it was she now with the craving need, a raving nymphomaniac, making demands on her husband at least four times a week. Oh, it never stopped there, what she didn’t get at home, she sort favours from friends, well at least their husbands knowing only to well they’d keep tight lipped. Even out shopping she’d have a. I couldn't help but take my own cock out and start masturbating right there, it wasn't going to take long with how turned on I was, she looked so beautiful with another man's cock inside her, she was perfect. I noticed Amy looking at her phone and texting, she threw her phone to the other side of the room after about a minute of typing a message, Amy then suddenly shot up and kissed Phil hard, her hands reached down to his ass where she dug her nails in tightly and squeezed hard, Phil roared.