.. that.” thought my nemeses ... nemesis ... whatever. “You don’t know?”“Don’t know what?” asked Sally, as she walked around the corner....��Where all this crap came from.”“Where DID all this,” an expansive all encompassing gesture of the hands, “Come from?”“UPS,” I said.“When?”“Just before I got to Bree.”“What?”“I was having an adventure of the mind and the UPS man knocked. He delivered all this crap,” I explained ... which was no explanation at all.“Why here?” Sally said. “Why not to the Avocado. But he is my son and I never acted on my thoughts even though sometimes he would tell me what a great body I have and how sexy I look.As the time for the party came close I found myself picturing my son screwing girls and women more and more. Sometimes in my thoughts, I was the one with my legs wrapped around him and enjoying his cock plunging in and out of my dripping wet cunt. I tried to shake the thoughts but they would not go away. Then I remembered that it was going to be a costume. She certainly wouldn’t have accepted any request from any of the girls to make the strokes lighter because, when dealing with naughty girls, it was important to remember that this was supposed to be a punishment and not something playful, and, even though this was role-play, it was also her fantasy turning into reality.As Janet once again looked at Lucy’s well-toned legs, thinking less about how beautiful they were and more about her muscles tensing, and, when they did, she held her breath,. There was a masculine growl, followed by a stinging swat on the other cheek. She decided to try another way to get him inside her aching pussy. ‘Please Mark. I need that big, thick cock stretching me out. God baby, I don’t think I can take it any more. Please fuck me. Pleeeeaaaassssseeee…OH FUCK YES!’ Mark slammed his cock in so hard and fast that he thought he had bruised both their pubic bones. He grabbed Vanessa’s ass and pushed her down on his throbbing cock, rotating his hips, feeling her.