I checked my inbox obsessively for several hours, so often my wife asked me what I was waiting for. I mumbled some evasive answer (“Lying to her alr...ady,” I thought with shame), and forced myself not to look at my phone for nearly two hours. When it finally seemed safe to have another look, Matt’s response was waiting: “Hi, Chris. Thanks very much for writing. I had just about given up hope that you would. I was afraid you had decided I was some weird exhibitionist cruising the gym for guys. I’d see the negras at auction, shackled for inspection, but clothed to suggest better breeding. Prospective bidders would open their shirts to check for deformities, as it wouldn’t be unknown to shroud a poorly-set arm under a serviceable topcoat. Lash-marks spoke of willful disobedience, always a bad investment.Mama considered herself aloof from the mechanics of the auction, leaving it to Papa to complete the transactions. She’d hover near, though, peering at physiques. Women maybe know more. ' 'Oh no, you're not, savor this moment, child,' her inner goddess spoke to her, softly, soothingly. Her tongue tasted his, stroking, joining together in a slow, erotic dance of sorts that was all about sensation, feeling. Pulling her to him, he pulled back just a little bit to look at her. Her eyes locked with his, seeing the dark passion in them. 'Oh shit, that is so sexy… amazing how I manage to not ever cuss out loud,' she thinks. He bit his lip. 'Don’t do that, it does things to me…' He. Mom said for me to pull it out but I just stayed put. Enjoying the feel and warmth of mom's sweet pussy. Mom continued to ask me to just put the tip in but I told her it was already deep in and we should just finish and I started to pump mom. Mom quit talking and started to breath heavy as I fucked her harder and harder. I held her legs as I tried to get deeper into her. Mom reached down and started to rubbed her clit as I felt my balls and cock starting to ache. Mom screamed out that she was.