Mikey had never seen his Mom like this and he wasn'timmediate sure what to do. He slowly approached her andtried to speak some comforting words. He pu... his handon her back. Still balling she wrapped her arms aroundhim and hugged him. And she did not let go.She buried her face in his shoulder and continued toweep hysterically. She was squeezing him so hard Mikeywas finding it hard to breathe. After struggling forenough air to speak, he suggested she sit down on thecouch. She complied, and Mikey. My legs were wide apart and although I was coming like a train, she didn’t stop her assault. I was moaning loudly and I could feel my juices flooding her mouth as she prolonged my orgasm with that wicked tongue of hers. ‘You like that, you dirty fucking bitch?’ She grunted into my pussy as her fingers rubbed my g-spot, thumb pressing against them through the wall of my rectum. I couldn’t even speak at that point, my body was shaking so hard as I felt her pull out her thumb and fingers and. ‘Hey, this is really nice bed, Danny,’ she remarked as she lounged across the bed, revealing the athletic tone of her body. ‘It looks much better with you on it, Mackenzie,’ I told her, grinning as I did. ‘Much better.’ I asked her if she’d like a glass of wine. ‘Oh, please, would you?’ she asked with an eager look in her eyes. ‘Sorry, I’m all out, Mackenzie,’ I bluffed, then after pausing a moment for effect, smiled and asked, ‘Burgundy or zinfandel?’ ‘Zinfandel would be nice right now.’ As I. But, no, I'm not. I cansee. Those fingers in the suit are mine. The effect almost makes methrow up. I can almost, for a brief moment, feel the ghost of my fingersas they should be, not as they are now. Not these strong, thick black-clawed fingers. I hold one up in front of my face... muzzle and turn itback and forth. I can feel them but these aren't my hands. My arms arecovered in medium, brown fur. I can see the muscles moving individuallyas I turn my arm. Flexing under the coat of.