. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ... . . . . . . . . . . God! It was so hot and slippery. I didn’t know that entering a pussy would give me this much pleasure. I started fucking her and she was moaning ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh aaaaaaaaaaaaaa uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. . . . Bittttuuuuuuuuuuuuu. . . . . I started increasing my speed and her moans became louder. . . . . . The whole kitchen was. I'll never forget.How I got in front of this camera started with a simple question: "Hey Freddie, what about if we got filmed live while we do the things we have done every night for three weeks?I had told her my theater-story , so I thought it was rhetorical.A boy/lady, named Doris, ran a webcam show in fixed hours. Made quite a bit of money jerking off in front of a audience with certain preferences. But her mother had died and being Irish the funeral would take three days in Dublin so could. . she'd smoothed her hands over her body, turning and looking over her shoulder at her bottom, and smoothed that too...Mark was in the kitchen doing his homework, and she'd giggled as an idea had occurred to her, and she ran down stairs and into the kitchen.'I can't find that red sweater of mine — I've looked everywhere! Have you seen it, darling?'She started to search the kitchen, opening cupboards and drawers, parading her near-naked body in front of him, letting her son see her body from. The next thing I knew it was daytime. The light was shining through the curtains. I was still laying on the sofa, my trousers still on the floor so that I don’t over heat beneath the blanket. I felt slightly tired of body yet still alert. I could hear you walking down the stairs, your footsteps gentle as if perhaps you were trying to sneak down the stairs. I sit up slightly and turn my head towards the door ready to watch you as you walk through the door. You are so beautiful. Just looking at.