His Mom never wore bra or panty at home and she seemed to have no idea what havoc her boobs and ass were playing with her son. Since last few years he... nighties were becoming more transparent, more revealing and his torture and torment were increasing with the amount of cleavage she was exposing which was tantalizingly becoming bolder.There was only one factor which helped him in resisting the urge to grab Mom’s boobs and express a desire to fuck her and his success in exercising self-control.. I moved my hands over them as I made them sore and erect. Once I finished playing with my stepdaughter's boobs, my attention turned to her big ass. I raised my right hand and smacked Sara's right cheek. She cried out as I struck her. Then I raised my left hand and smacked her left cheek. I smiled as I saw the flesh on Sara's ass slowly begin to turn red. I repeatedly spanked Sara's ass. Sometimes, I would spank both of her cheeks at the same time. Each smack was audible, and it caused Sara. “Well, let’s just say I am no longer single. And if you want to talk about it over lunch, grab me two hot dogs and fries from the fast food line and meet me under our tree.” That was a tree we often sat under during lunch, but normally I was the one grabbing lunch.“Deal, give me your meal card and I’ll meet you there.”I pulled it out of my wallet and handed it to her, then went back to work. At lunch time I headed directly there, and Frannie joined me about 15 minutes later.“OK dude, spill. So. On occasion, my wife and I would take pictures of each other and our lovemaking. While the Polaroid was fun, our standard camera had a tripod and a timer so we could take shots of ourselves engaged in all manner of activities. Back then, processors would not develop nude pictures, so we brought our film to the local photography shop, which did its own developing. I always felt odd when I'd pick up pictures knowing that Jim and his wife Karen, the owners, saw us at our most intimate.
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