The sight that greeted him when the door opened took his breath away. Mrs. Whitman’s lean body was enclosed in a light pink fleece robe that looked ...ofter than anything Rod had ever seen. She smiled at Rod, her brown eyes gleaming. ‘Hello, again, officer,’ she said. Her voice, Rod thought, was sexier than any he had ever heard. ‘Come in, officer. What is it you need to know about the crash that I haven’t told you?’ Instead of replying to the woman’s question, Rod walked by her, into her house,. Her own asshole puckered tight, her legs trembling. She couldn’t sit down because the chain around her waist held her upright. She had to stand there and watch Robert fuck her mother in the ass wildly.Tommy began to fuck his cock between his mother’s big tits, holding them tight about his prick. Peggy saw her mother trying to get her mouth back at his asshole, her tongue reaching to lick.“I want to suck your shitty asshole, Tommy!” Joan screamed with agonized pleasure. “Please, let me eat your. Quickly I flipped off my shoes and socks, then pulled off my shirt and jeans, tossing them to the floor. Standing there in just my boxers, I checked again to see if I was in the clear, then whipped my underwear down and past my ankles. My tiny cock and balls flopped out. My cock was barely two inches long. It was used to being tucked between my legs with tape when crossdressing, so it rarely had the opportunity to expand. A red lace thong lying on the floor caught my eye. I slowly pulled it up. " Oh hello, Francis." Ms. Burrow reminded me of a grandmother who stayed home most of the day knitting sweaters for her dozen grandchildren. With her silver hair and wire-rim glasses, she looked like she'd be perfectly comfortable watching jeopardy with a blanket over her lap and sipping the same cup of tea all day."What can I help you find today?" Well, actually I've been thinking about what you told me a few days ago?"Her expression tightened, like it was a sensitive topic. "Ah, I suppose..