Leaning closer, you whisper in my ear, “Cock hungry little whore this evening, aren’t we?”Your soft lips moving against my ear, whispering profa...ities, ignite me even further. I’m a burning inferno of lust and you’ve not even entered me. My legs buckle and, without you holding me, I would crumble to the floor.“Ready to be my little fuck toy now, kitten?”I can only moan something unintelligible. I’m too far gone to be coherent.Apparently, this is what you’ve been waiting for. You make quick work. You immediately lay on the bed, your hair arrayed on the pillow, framing your face. You’re not asleep though, your eyes watch me as I move around the room. I don’t notice at first but then look at you a bit surprised as your eyes catch mine. ‘Hi sleepyhead, I thought you would go right back to sleep,’ I say quietly as I smile warmly down at you. ‘No, I want to get out of these clothes before I sleep,’ you reply. I’d make myself a liar if I didn’t admit a stirring in my crotch at those words. . "Fuck mama, Bozo. Fuck me, boy."He nudged forward and poked his pecker up between her legs and she wiggled herself a little and pressed up to meet the point of it and put it to the hole. And then with hardly any trouble at all he slipped into the opening of her spread cunt and drove all the way home,"Go, boy--go!" she hollered out, and he started humping away like crazy.I had to pinch myself, I swear. There I sat actually watching a decent respectable woman in twentieth century America-- my. ”Ben Stevens smiled. His wife was clueless. He knew it was not the dog but their son who had put that bra beneath his bed.“And look at this? It’s like he’s drooling snot or something all over them. It’s disgusting!”An image of their son masturbating into the DD cups flashed into his head. He grimaced, “Yea, that’s gross.”Dressed for work, Lisa quickly washed her bra in the sink and hung it in the laundry room. Now, with purse in hand, Lisa leaned over and kissed her husband on the cheek. “I’ll.