My pussy was itching with a need to feel it between my legs."Come home with me, Mom." he whispered.My brain told me that it was wrong, but my body was...'t listening anymore. All I wanted right then was my son's long hard cock fucking my neglected pussy.I didn't remember much about the ride from the club to Matt's apartment except the speed at which the streetlights flashed past. I had both hands inside his pants stroking his hard, throbbing cock while he was driving, and I'm afraid that they may. This, of course, is the origin of the expression; “He who has a Tates is lost!” A famous Viking explorer returned home from a voyage and found his name missing from the town register.His wife insisted on complaining to the local civic official who apologized profusely saying, “I must have taken Leif off my census.” Many years ago, in the south pacific, there was a small island kingdom that was ruled by a kind and benevolent King. Each year, on the King’s birthday, the residents of the. First the panties which were so soft and silky, then the rubber girdlewhich I had to pull up a bit at a time working my way around my waist,but when it was on the feeling of the tightness, it seemed to be holdingme all together, the feeling was unbelievable, next came the stockings,I was very careful of them, as I remember Mum getting really annoyedbecause one of hers had got a ladder in it yesterday, so I did not wantto do that, as I slid them up my legs and attached them to the fastenerson. ” She stood up and started to unwrap herself. The first thing I noticed was how beautifully shaped her legs were. The second thing I noticed was how short her t-shirt was, exposing her panty-covered ass. When Jeanne got back down on our “bed”, I noticed one last thing – Jeanne was not wearing a bra. The deep V of her shirt allowed ample view of her large breasts. I stared and swallowed – hard. “There, I feel better, “Jeanne said arranging the blanket to just lie on top of her. Lying on her.