Mrs. Smith kissed me and my hand moved to grab her boob. “Mr. Smith told me how hard you sucked his cock last week,” Mrs. Smith said, and she did...’t look upset with this. She still had that big grin on her face. “Why didn’t you reveal that dirty slutty side of yours?” Mrs. Smith asked, but didn’t let me answer her; she kissed me again. “You said tonight will be different, did you get any toys?” I asked, as I was curious to know. “It’s so much better than a toy, honey,” Mrs. Smith said. She. . I am dyinggg.. giveeee me innnn..” he inserted slowly the front part of his dick and I cried in pleasure “ haaa noo noooo please remove it,,… its paiiinning..” he said “No daa, two mins… and inserted full length at a stretch..” I Cried in pain as my pussy was tight.. started to fuck me slowely and I was moaning..”Yeeee yeeee yeeeee yeeee . sloooowelllyyyyy pleeesee.. ooohooo myyyy goooddd” He became more erotic and started to fuck me even more hard and fast… I was in heaven by the way he was. The chest of the woman in front of him was a scarred mess. He knew that she was a breast cancer survivor, but he hadn’t expected her to show him the results of her battle with the disease. He didn’t know what the results of mastectomy should look like, but he didn’t think it should look that bad. He said, “Lower your shirt.”“You’re disgusted, aren’t you?” she asked as she lowered her shirt.Shaking his head, Dan answered, “No. I just feel like I’m trespassing in something that should be private. “Show’s over,” I thought. As she gathered her things to go indoors, I pulled up my shorts and went downstairs. I don’t know what I thought. Perhaps I just wanted to smell her one more time. Maybe, just a closer look at her beautiful skin in that skimpy suit. As she poured herself a cool drink of ice tea, I wandered into the kitchen. “Oh, hello honey,” she said. “I didn’t know you were back from your run.” “Yeah,” I said. My piercing eyes devoured her. The scent was overwhelming; my mom’s normal.