" Shut up! That's enough bullshit grovelling. I think, that you said it on purpose because you like your ass slapped. Am I right, Sophie? Are you a di...ty girl who likes her ass spanked for being bad?" She doesn't answer me, but the flush in her cheeks tells me all I need to know. "Now, sit down, spread your legs and finger that sweet juicy cunt for me." Sophie flops backwards into a dining chair, her ass on the edge and her legs as far apart as they go. She traces her index and middle fingers. It kind of made me horny, watch as he worked himself in and out of her. My mom was a normal house wife, she was naked I knew, She often did not wear underwear just incase my dad or brother got frisky. As I walked into the kitchen, from behind my brother . My mother saw me and between her moans and Tom not slowing down , she said “Honey as soon as your brother and I finish, I make you break..” She didn’t even finish her sentence as the orgasm caught her. I went to sit at the kitchen table by my. ) The local fabric store cooperated by having as sale on some of that lovely, shiny silky fabric that real men never, never wear, not even while eating quiche. So with pattern in hand and bundles of fabric and notions laid out carefully I approached the task.The preliminaries went well. I put the company tabletop on the kitchen table, laid out the fabric and cut out a dress for my daughter, a blouse for my wife and myself. As I cut I indulged in fantasies of medieval ladies gathered in a sunlit. She lives in canada and usually comes after a gap of 4-5 years. Out in the night I couldn’t stop thinking about her feet and our feet action we did when I was just 8. I masturbated and I slept (I am a masturbating freak). In the morning my mother was looking a little upset so I asked what’s the matter.. She replied that if you have to visit your mami then we will have to go to your nana’s (grandparents) home I saw that more than me she wanted to visit.. So I said okayy… We shall go tomorrow...