He stepped in, shook some rain off, and wiped wetness off his face. ‘Hi Rachel. Is Randy here?’ ‘No, he’s on a ski trip.’ ‘Oh.’ Greg’s...smile faltered. ‘Sorry I bothered you.’ He turned to leave. My mother had joined us at the back door by then, wiping her hands on a dish cloth. ‘Greg, come on in. Have you eaten? We were just about to sit down. Paul,’ she shouted for my father. ‘Set another place at the table. Guess who joined us for supper?’ Neither Greg nor I could wedge a word into the wall. He is a computer gur. He knows how to diagnose and repair them, that’s his business right now. She has told me that she thinks that he is very good-looking. So most of my fantasies usually involve her fucking Desmond, and I am sure her fantasies include him as well. There has been many a times that Desmond is over and we have hung out at my house and I have caught him stealing glances at Lynn, admiring her ass when she bends over in her short skirt. I can tell he wants to fuck her because his. Then I realized I’m fucking the woman that I have being tossing off over for years, this was a dream come true for me, so I began thrusting my hips causing my balls to smack up against my mother’s exposed ass. I grabbed her shoulders and I fucked her even harder, she was moaning and groaning, as if she had never had sex before”Ooh No aaaaaaaaaaaaaah fasterrrrrrr”My hips went up and down faster in rhythm to totally fuck the shit out of my mother. God, I couldn’t stop. I just kept fondling her. "Let's get to the locker room." Faith saidto Linda."See ya later sweetie." Linda said to Eric."Right Baby."As they entered the locker room Faith stopped holding her breath."Linda, I am really not comfortable dress like this. I should neverhave let you talk me into this. I am still a guy, if only on theinside, I can't pretend to be something I'm not. You go take yourpictures and I'll go home and change into something a lot lessrevealing." Jam... Faith I'm sorry. I didn't think we would run into.