My navel is deep & round. My muscular thighs are well-shaped and silky smooth. My ass too is in a perfect round shape. When I walk, my hips sway to an... fro. And those who see my hips swaying to and fro tend to give out a soft whistle behind my back. I look that sexy. And yes, talking about my pussy let me describe my pussy in my husband’s words. According to him, my pussy is the treasure of pleasure; it’s aromatic, cleanly shaven, tight, deep and always full of juice. My clitoris is the. When her breasts were finally supporting her upper body, her hands slid around, behind, and then up the backs of her thighs until they reached her buttocks, moving any traces of her skirt aside in the process. Her fingers took a firm hold of the inviting flesh there, and she pulled her ass cheeks apart as wide as they could go, all without uttering a single sound.Alan felt his mother's silent anger; clearly, she was still seething. But even more than that, she was aroused. He looked at her. He didn’t take his lips off hers, or his hand off her breast, until Tim opened the door, and the interior light went on.Bobby was actually asleep when Bev came into his room. She felt no guilt about waking him up.“I need you bad, tonight,” she whispered, kissing him awake. “I have news, and I need you really bad.”Prudence was making breakfast when Constance shuffled into the kitchen. The twins were, thankfully, still sleeping.“Did you have fun last night?” she asked her daughter.“I had too much. ”To Patty, this was weird on so many levels. Not only finding her mom fucking the dog, it was outside and despite the six-foot fences … it was outside. But, now, she wasn’t pulling away from the dog as she spoke those desperate words. She stayed embedded with dog cock. Her curiosity was too much.“Mom? Why … why are you staying that way?”She got a weak smile, an embarrassed smile, “We’re stuck. I mean knotted.” She shrugged, “Canine evolution.” She sighed, “They have a ball of fleshy tissue that.