Shawn pulled my robe completely of my body leaving me naked and wet In front of him. I felt so helpless as his hands groped up and down my naked body....is fingers were rough against my breasts, grabbing and squeezing them hard. I whimpered, giving another attempt at a struggle, but knowing full well I was giving myself to him. His breathing was heavy now, and I could feel him tug his boxers off.'I'm going to fuck you so hard, you're going to walk with a limp for days, slut,' he muttered, rubbing. My heart stopped for a moment as I recollect spotting her a few months back on her knees sucking the cocks of 2 young Syrian refugees. I peered through the gap in the door and rubbed my stiff cock watching her take these young lads deep down her throat until they exploded in her mouth. After she left I agonised over whether to break the news to my son but I kept quiet because I have never seen him so happy. Instead, I decided to follow her over the next few weeks to see if she had changed her. She then quickly leant forward and reached behind her with both hands, and soon her bra had joined her sweater on the chair behind her. Emma leaned back once again and began using her fingers and thumbs to give her wonderful boobs a serious work out. They were quite small but superbly formed and fantastically firm. I assumed that the TV had become a distraction to her because she hit the mute button which gave me the opportunity of being able to hear Emma herself much more clearly.. Not that. “What kind of stories?” she asked curiously, only reading a few of the words before he closed the browser. She was quite certain she had seen the word pussy a few times though.“Just…like sex stories and stuff?” he continued.“Sex stories?” Mackenzie repeated. She had always wondered why their sex life was boring and ordinary. Sure they had sex a few times a week, but it was routine, dull, and not passionate. She wasn’t expecting him to thrill her every night but some enthusiasm would have been.