” I replied,” I have ordered the food you don’t worry.” I asked her to sit beside me on the sofa.My eyes were just glued on her body. She noti...ed this and said, “Sir I am all yours. Instead of just looking at them you can touch and feel them.” I couldn’t believe what I just heard. She also dropped her pallu to give me the best view of my life. Her cleavage was juicy and mouth watering. I controlled and said, “Let’s have dinner. And then we would continue. She agreed and went to kitchen. She. "You like that you fucking slut? Huh? You like this fucking cock?" Goddammit! Yes! Don't stop fucking me! Mommy...mommy!"Debbie responded from the kitchen. "Yes dear?" He's fucking me so good...he's fucking me so good mommy...please...please come in here with us!" Dana called to her mom."I wish I could sweetie, but I'm making dinner!" Debbie bit her tongue and laughed to herself as she watched her son's powerful ass working. She could barely make out the shiny jewel in the base of the buttplug. As the dust started clearing the girls started striding over. Due to wearing cowboy boots infrequently except for Becky, they had an exaggerated stride causing their unrestrained firm and full breasts to slowly flounce with each stride – faint hints of nipple and breast outlines clearly seen on all four beautiful statuesque women thru the almost sheer worn tops they barely wore. With the very short-cropped tops and the low rise hip hugger jeans, vast expanses of exposed flat muscular tanned. He settled on one of her draped over a bean-bag chair. The way her legs were splayed and the look on her face made the girl seem especially slutty so he maximized it then spun the computer around for the girl to see.Her face flushed with embarrassment. "Jerry," she said, her voice begging. "I m-mean, Mr. Senders, that's ... you don't understand..." I think I do understand," the man said. "You're playing the Game. I have half a mind to tell your mother about it. She might have broken my heart.