” “Me, too.” “I think about it constantly.” “Me, too.” “Have you thought about it while jacking off?” “Yes, many times.�... There was another long pause before his next email came. “Do you want to do it again?” I thought a long time before answering this one, too. “Yes.” “Probably not at the gym, though,” he wrote . “Ha! No, probably not. I get queasy every time I think about how easily we could have been caught.” “So do I, Chris. Jesus.” “But where else would we go? I’m not. "I was just looking around," he answered."Nonsense!" the woman replied, "I know exactly what you're lookingfor. Come, let me look into your eyes."Grimsby did so without thinking. The slight smirk on the woman's facedid little to improve the plainness of it to his eyes."No, no, I need to look *into* your eyes, not up at them," herexpression changed.Grimsby faltered."Well, I can't go up there to meet you," the woman huffed, "so you'llhave to come down here." She grabbed his arm and pulled,. “MMMMMMM,” Susan hummed as she sucked the remnants of their orgasms from Tommy’s still hard penis. The mixture of Lindsay and Tommy’s bodily fluids was like an intoxicating cocktail to the incredibly aroused woman, and once she had sucked her son’s cock as clean as a whistle, she moved over and spread Lindsay’s legs wide. Susan could see that Lindsay’s pussy was red and swollen from the pounding Tommy had just given it, and then she saw a dollop of her son’s pearlescent sperm leaking from the. Waiting for my father to slide up behind me, I waited for him to mount me, this however didn’t happen, I had to look back, maybe he had gotten cold feet, thankfully he hadn’t, he was bag in my back rumbling around for another condom. ‘Sorry sweetie, looks like you’re out of johnnies. Oh no! Wait, ha-ha, here we are, got one.’ ‘Dad... we don’t need one...’‘I’m your father sweetie; I could go to prison if you got pregnant...’I rolled over onto my back and looked up at him, as I rubbed my pussy.