We phoned Doreen's insurance company, and as she talked to her insurers I stood behind her fondling her buttocks then reaching round to fondle her bre...sts, I felt her nipples stiffen, so I lowered my hands down to her pubic area, she's lost! She ended the conversation as quickly as she decently could; went to the couch removing her dress as she did so, stretched herself out, and asks me to fuck her again, and told us that she wants us to use her until she can't take any more. We do!At one point. This must be a dream. My eyes fluttered open through the usually tired fog and what welcomed me was a sight I'll never forget. My bedding was wet, completely soaked through. It was only after lifting the duvet that I discovered why... far from any other abnormal situation, the sodden mass of linen was awash with cum."Shit, shit, shit, shit... shhhit!" I leapt out of the sticky mess, my dick, balls, and thighs were matted in cum. My hard cock was scything through the air, flinging droplets of. Her lips were so sweet that I could not stop biting each bit of her lips.Even she was passionate in kissing me and she held my neck from the back and her hands were pulling my hairs.I could clearly understand that she was missing her husband there.She took my hand and placed it on her boobs. She was insisting me to press her boobs.They were huge and I started caressing her boobs slowly and gently.She started biting her lower lips as I tried to remove her top and started touching her boobs and. Fattorusso I don’t know what came over me,” I apologized weakly. I was so nervous I didn’t know what to do. Mrs. Fattorusso practically ignored my apology. She continued to admire her new bubble butt. “Damn, you see how big you made my ass? How am I supposed to go home? It’s not like there’s any spare pants here and certainly none that would fit me,” Mrs. Fattorusso explained. “I’m so sorry, I wasn’t thinking!” I apologized again. Mrs. Fattorusso smiled at me. “Stop apologizing and start.