Fred grabbed my hips and aimed his erection where his fingers had been. “How do you like that Nancy you slut” he yelled as he entered me balls dee... in my arse. While not as big as my wife’s strap-on it takes several minutes before my muscles accept the intrusion. I moaned and he realised that I was now enjoying his actions. “Yes tell me how you like it bitch” he yells. “Oh I love it Fred darling. Fuck me harder” I scream and I was not faking. It was wonderful. Then he yelled again as he filled. Eventually she emerged from the bathroom and I nearly bit a chunk out of my coffee mug. Mom had apparently decided to relax her modesty standards and today all she was wearing was a bra and panties, no petticoat, and not just a plain set of everyday white cotton underwear but a black lacy ensemble that was only designed for one purpose, arousal. And they certainly worked. Mom sat on the edge of her bed facing me and began to remove clothing from her bag."Could you drop my bike off before you. "Hmm?" Coming here. Being with you." Ben opened his eyes and looked at Lara. She was gazing at him with a mixture of sadness and sincerity. Like always, he was lost the moment he met her eyes. "I have no regrets." What are you, on crack?" As soon as he said it he regretted it."Don't be vulgar." She flared with hurt anger. "Here I am, pouring out my heart to you. The least you could do is listen." Sorry." He said gruffly. "I'm not into all this touchy feely crap."That made her smile. "I've. Thodi dar ka bbad mana mammi ko kahada kerka dewwar ke taraf mom ker ka mammi ko thoda neecha hona ko kaha our mammi ka gand ke ched ma apna lund ko ghusaya our apna hatha mammi ke kamar ko pakad ker hilyna laa our mammi ke thodi see moti gaand hilnai lagi our mammi jor jor sa chillanai lagi thodi dar baad mammi shant ho gayi mana apna Lundi ko bahr nakal ker dhona ko toilet room ma gaya our pesshab karna ak bbad kemra ma aya to mammi ko bathroom ma jana ko kaha mammi bathroom ma peshab ker ka.