She was at the kitchen counter leaned up against it, scrolling through her phone before she looked up and saw me.“How was school today, darling?” ...he says with a deep sigh. Her tone tells me she must know how school was and that I’m about to face some kind of consequence. Here we go. I’m already eye rolling.“it was mostly good, can’t complain”She’s staring into my eyes. She’s intimidatingly pretty sometimes.“I got a call from your counselor today, and she tells me your behavior at school is. I want you to pound my hot asshole and make me scream. Are you going to make me beg? You want me to show you what a dirty ass whore I am? You want me to tell you how much I love big, long, hard, thick dicks fucking deep in my ass? I can’t get enough. I love to be rammed in my shitpipe, my nasty filthy bootyhole. Damn you, frig my asshole harder. What’s the matter, you think I can’t take it? I’ve got news for you. I can take it harder and deeper in my asshole than you can dish it out. . It was like a squad of 8-year-olds trying to play tackle football against the Green Bay Packers. In the consolation round, we faced another experienced squad, a crew of Quebeckers captained by a priest who was also a high school Phys Ed teacher. As a result, Saturday afternoon saw us out of the games, with Ginny and Ralph playing petanque against her kids, and Sally, the corporate legal beagle, playing against Sheila in a game of chess with the oversized pieces near the pool."Something's. I open my legs and raise my skirt up my thighs to a point where anyone looking might be lucky and catch a glimpse of my wet pussy.I can see that hubby approves from a bulge straining against thin lightweight summer trousers.The thought of what we will do later makes me feel sensationalAs I glance around, I notice another guy good looking mature on his own at a table perfectly positioned to watch my exhibitionThis excites me even more and I feel it rushing through my bodyI choose not to make.