." Take off my belt, I told him. "I'm going to teach little David here a lesson, and I can't hold him down and take off my belt at the same time."Mark...reached around and unhooked my belt, pulling it through the loops until it was off. I was going to beat the shit out of David right then and there, but then I looked at my naked son, and the come that was dripping out of his ass. It occurred to me that if I beat up David, not only might I get put in jail, but the abuse of my son wouldn't stop. I. “You want one?”“I’m good,” I tell her. “Just came home from a dinner date.”“How did that go?” she jokingly asks. “Am I going to be attacked by this new chick?”“Haha, funny,” I respond. “Needless to say, it didn’t go so well since I am home on a Friday night at 9pm.”“Was she at least a hottie?” she asks.“She’s pretty but she had a boring personality. Talked about nothing except her job the whole night.”“That’s too bad,” she says as she takes a bite out of her peanut butter sandwich. “But at. Again, it was hard to disagree with her and as I withdrew slowly I couldn’t help but smile as her tight pussy pulled on me. “Stay slow.” she encouraged. “It’ll be better for you.”I fought the urge to slam back into her and settled to a slow rhythm. Each time I slipped out of her I reached down and ran my fingers across her clit. She was still swollen and I could tell from her reaction that she was close to another climax. I noticed the increasing aroma of her sex as we moved and. Kennedy was not so very long like her Mother's boyfriend Oscar. She really liked Oscar but sometimes his long, thick cock was so demanding and constantly filled her with dread that she would not be able to take it all in and make him happy.Mr. Kennedy had already lifted her tail up and was pushing his fingers into her poopy hole. She was a little worried about that because had only taken it in back there a couple of times and never with Mr. Kennedy. At least he was a reasonable size so she did.