His hands were on her breasts, thumbs stroking her nipples; her pace increased, his hands caressed her sides and held on to her thighs as she fucked h...m, driving him close to the edge. Her cunt gripped his cock, she felt every ripple of his invading flesh; as he started to swell she slammed down onto him, feeling his release as he flooded her womb.She slowed down, he was still inside her, she rode him gently, her hands on his chest, feeling him soften and disconnect as a river of cum flowed. Jean's ass looked tantalizing with her leaning over and worshipping his cock.He grabbed her hair and roughly pulled the older woman up. She was a bit taller than him but he was still stronger.Jean yelped but she let him lead her up and throw her on the bed. He lined up his cock with her pussy."You want to me to fuck this married pussy?" Harry asked, slapping her wet pussy. Her juices had completely coated her pussy."Such a pervert." Harry scooped up a bit of her cum and asked Hermione to come. “Mom, I'm gonna ride my bike for a while. All right?" He squeezed her shoulders."Sure. You know it's sweltering out there?"He needed to act, pretend nothing had changed, so he said, "I know, but I could use the exercise," then he step back. "Obviously, you don't. You look great."She brushed his cheek like she always had, but he didn't recognize it as his mother's touch. "You always know how to make me feel good."Gloria stood up on her chair. "Why don't you work out with me? You're helping Deana. My face was thin and fine-featured, with minimal makeup and myfavorite lipcolor, Lancome "Wannabe," a creamy rose that went well withmy dress. My hair had grown fuller and was now unabashedly female, withcurls cascading down to my shoulder-blades, in my natural light auburncolor with a few highlights added by the stylist Samantha and I shared.The look was all so natural, so unconscious--so who I really was! Thisvision was not who I was playing, not a role but the real me. And itwasn't an.