I was rock hard watching my mum. but i went back to the bathroom to get my clothes on. the next time i see mum is when i was downstairs on the sofa wa...ching some music videos and she walks downstairs in a beautiful black dress. her 36DD breast almost popping out the top and the most sexy shoes that were open toed and were transparent. mum had booked a resturant to celebrate my 21st. we was on the way to the car when mum told me she could drive in heels and driving shoes with barefett would make. I threw his trunks away and I applied more lotion on my hands and continued the massage. My desire and obsession to comfort his skin and flesh only grew. My manhood did too inside my long board trousers. My thumbs slowly began probing the enigmatic fold between his fleshy butt cheeks, but I knew I was bound to expose it. A few more strokes and both of my thumbs were already wedging and running along that gorgeous channel, allowing me to take sudden, short peeks into it. His low, but. ” “You like my arse huh?” I nodded. “Good, you are going in there too; first you are going to pound my slutty cunt.” Turning her body, her breasts silhouetted against the low light, “Watch how a real man fucks me.” Sat up on her thighs, I had left plenty of room to buck my hips to fill her deeply. Her countenance softened as I drove my cock into her and felt her cushiony soft cunt walls embrace my hard shaft. I watched the look of ecstasy ease over her face; I had to clasp her breasts and knead. There are hardly any stars out though, this is the city after all, but the moon is still fairly bright. I rub my arms as I fly, basically nude, back to my bike.No: not a pedal bike. A 2001 1440cc Indian Scout. Yea, I am proud of my bike. No, you cannot have it. But anyways, it's cold outside and I'm in a hurry to get home, but I am not leaving my bike out in the weather like this.... and I can't exactly ride it home in my boxers. I technically could but driving down the interstate nude would.