Now inside view was different, yet a bit odd. Dadu looked up at me, now with a bit fear in his eyes. I looked at them.My wife who was now lying on he... back, covering her body with a bed-sheet, whereas her undone Shari which was lying on the floor in a heap. And that tacitly suggested she was totally naked under the bed-sheet! On the other hand, Dadu was also in same condition. He was hiding his body under another sheet. I made believe a amazement, and to tease my wife, or rather to open them. ”My balls smacked over and over into her taint. My mom squeezed around my dick. Her pussy massaged me. It was this wonderful pleasure. This amazing delight that surged through me. I slammed into her harder, faster. I fucked her harder. I reveled in being in her.Her moans grew louder and louder with every thrust. She shuddered, her breast pressing against me as I pounded my cock in and out of her. I buried into my mother over and over. A week of frustration ended now.“Fuck me hard!” she hissed.. Her deep brown eyes. Such a hot body. And that pencil skirt! Fuck!She was a practiced seductress. It was transparent to me. But then again, was it so bad, being seduced?"Cancel the weekend trip. Promise it's off, and you can have me, just this one time."She thought about that. "Brenda will be so sad. Why do you girls want to cancel it so badly?"Every so often her French accent sounded real. It did that time."We have our reasons. Will you do it? Do you promise?" Just one time?" Just once." But I. ” A moment later she put a chilled bottle of Chardonnay, a wine bottle opener, and two wine glasses in front of him without further instructions. Dave chuckled; he could take a hint, especially one given with such a nice smile.Mariah said, “I am not a regular viewer of that show, or any others, for that matter; I will be from now on. I’m more of a reader than a watcher. I like to create my own images of the people who’re the main characters in books or stories, and see as the plot and character.