"Get the hell out of here!!!" she yelled at the top of her lungs, with her eyes wide open.I quickly went to my room as she covered herself up with her...blanket to spare herself any further humiliation. But that wasn't the end of it, no matter how horrible both of us felt at that moment. She sloppily put her pants back on, still barefoot, and followed me to my room."What the hell were you doing standing there watching me!?" she continued yelling. "I'm your mother for crying out loud!!! You should. ‘What on earth are you talking about?’ ‘You can be Puss-N-Boots and I’ll be Peter Pan,’ he said while he laughed. ‘That’s not very funny, Roy. I’m going to go see what we have to wear.’ Roy watched his programs on TV while Martha went looking for costumes for them. After about an hour, she walked into the room naked. ‘Roy, I thought I’d wear my birthday suit,’ she said Martha, figuring she would play a joke on him. He looked over at her and said, ‘It’s okay with me, but you better iron it. For the final act, I had Laura mount George and ride him hard. She guided his big pussy-pleaser into her honey-pot while I marveled at how it stretched to accommodate him. I taped them for a while then popped the camera on its tripod at the foot of the bed with Laura's pussy in the center of the picture. I lubed my cock and crawled onto the bed and into view of the camera lens.When Laura realized what I had in mind, she protested. "I don't think I can manage you both," she said. I told her I. She shuddered as she came at the same time, her juices gushing out of her cunt, down her legs, and pooling on the floor. “Oh baby.” She moaned. “You are really getting the hang of this. Please tell me this is just the start for tonight!”I sat at the table and took a sip of my wine. “You’ve got that right you filthy little slut. You wanted to be my fuck-toy and that’s exactly what you are from now on.”“Honey you make me so happy when you say that. I really want you to treat me like your little.