It isn’t is it?” she asked. “I don’t look too overdressed do I?” “Nooooo,” I said. “You look very attractive today. That outfit looks�...�hmmm fabulous on you Georgiana.” I must have said the right thing because just then, just after I said what I did, I thought that maybe she was starting to come on to me. “You like me in this? You like me in my blouse and skirt, really?” she said with a smile. I saw her hair again. It was up in a bun, as usual. She was wearing those pencil rimmed glasses but it. I quickly looked away and pretended not to notice. When we got home that evening after a few more drinks and some lines of cocaine (which she loved) she said that earlier that evening when she was chatting to a few of the girls from my work she had learned what a stud he was. I laughed "yes he is meant to be well hung" with that she said "shall we go upstairs to bed I need to be fucked". My little dick twitched at her talking so nasty and I followed her up the stairs all the while hypnotized by. You were also right about those MILFs being pretty and the boys having big cocks too. I'm rubbing my cunt to them now, because of you and them. Fuck, you're a ravishing genius, Keisha." I know, but praise me later, we gotta see this in silence."We both stayed right at the window and viewed the foreign sight of Sandra and London having sex with their sons. All the while, we both had our hands down our panties, pleasing ourselves like there was no tomorrow.I had my eyes on Joe devouring his mom's. “Way too early for Chris to be home,”thought Sari, as whomever it was finally managed to getthe key in the door and open it with a loud “thud” asit hit the door stop. “Hello?” called out Sari, a bitapprehensive about whom it might be. “Fuckin-A, those guys suck.” It was Chris, apparentlysuffering from the effects of a few too many drinks. “What’s going on?” asked Sari. “Those guys wanted to go karaoke, and they know I.