Just fuck me. Fuck me harder as if you are fucking your own mother.You want to fuck your mother, don’t you” She said shouting at him and crying in...pleasure.This thought never came across his mind. He was angry at Rubina as well as it was giving him kick. He does not know why he was feeling more horny by listening to his mother’s name while still, he was at the pinnacle of horniness.Keeping aside this thought, he kept plunging inside her. After a few minutes, her legs curled up to her body and. " Well, not anymore," she laughed."Me either, I'm a little fattie," Michael said. "But I must admit whenI'm out as Michelle, I'm finding some wandering male eyes looking at me. I think they like what they see. Even had a really handsome widower askme for my phone number the other day, but I told it was too soon after my'hubby's death.'"Michael and Sam both giggled together."You must look cute. You always were pretty, Michael. Remember howoften you were called a girl in college with your. I know instantly what you want and I begin to undress you as well. Removing first your shirt, I kiss your chest and nipples as I go along, caressing your skin and enjoying the feeling of love that enters my fingertips as it leaves your heart: Then it is replaced into your heart as it again leaves my fingers. Then I unbuckle the belt, and undo the button, I lower the zipper and I can feel your pulse through your slacks. I rub the front of your crotch with my palm, and softly whisper, ‘Wow baby. After a few minutes of me groaning good ole Frank asked if he could work on my feet. Sure, why not I thought. Chris is ultra cool with so many things so I placed my legs in his lap as he scooted over closer to me. Ten minutes later my head was swimming from everything and I felt like a princess with so many hands running over my skin. Chris MUST have given a signal because as his hands ran down my back, Franks fingers were inching up my bare legs and encompassing even more of my tingling skin..