It was one thing to encourage this in the abstract, and another to actually experience it.“He knows?” Jack asked, again referring to her statement...that Matt knows she’s a hot little slut.“Yes,” Kate answered, as she rocked over and against Jack’s big dick, her swollen pussy lips sliding around his shaft as she moved along it. She was begging for more, physically if not verbally.“So I should send this photo?”“Yes,” Kate answered. “Please,” she added, to assert her confidence, even if she had the. ”“I should have told you I was married. Night before last was just a fling. I was too horny to think straight.”“I see.”“What about your job?”“I phoned in and said I had an emergency and had to leave for Sacramento.”“What explanation did you give your Mom?”“She was a little perturbed at my not coming home and started an argument. I got pissed off, packed my suitcase and took off. I yelled at her on the way out the door, “I’m off to visit Uncle Baxter.””“You must have left hours after me, how did. Bynow, both guys had huge bulges in their pants, andBilly reached down and pulled out the offered leathercrop from her hot, wet pussy. We could all see herjuices coating the handle, and he made her clean itwith her mouth. Then he asked, “How old are youtoday, bitch?”“Thirty,” she replied in a meek voice.“Good, that means I get 15 strokes and George gets 15strokes.” And with that, George grabbed her leash andstarted walking her like a dog, while Billy. But that day, I found her in the bedroom, completely naked, masturbating and satisfying her carnal desires.I had never had any bad intention towards my mother, until that day. Although I had seen her cleavage and her sexily swaying butt when she walked every now and then, it never induced any sexual feelings in me.But that day, seeing my own mother fucking her pussy with a makeshift dildo, watching her sexy breasts swaying as she pounded her pussy, her erect nipples and the wet pussy from which.