She certainly was to him, and he reveled in knowing she was his, all his. Since putting his hand on her breast that evening six months ago, neither ha... sought another partner. Fortunately, neither was attached at the time; no messy breakups or difficult explanations. They just went to bed every night and fucked themselves silly. Most nights, anyway. She didn't like it on her period. But they always slept together, and that was good.Matthew had no qualms about fucking his mother. Mattie had. Everything normally concealed by her apparent predilection for dumpy clothes was in constant motion now.Her pale, teacup breasts were neither large nor small as they quivered and bounced to her unrestrained awkwardness.There was more of everything to her than she ever seemed to show the rest of the world. More shape and substance. More hunger to live. And despite the stunted clumsiness of her body, there was most surely a vision of living grace in her mind.She moved as if she'd spent half her. ”With the condom applied, I resumed my position, crawling up to Molly who was passing the time by gently rubbing her clit and looking me up and down. By the time I had positioned myself in front of her, Molly was looking at my cock in anticipation and biting her lower lip. I held myself there, only barely touching her, as I looked her in the eyes and raised my eyebrows, asking an invisible question. Molly softly smiled as she nodded.That was the invitation I was waiting for. Slowly, I slid. The French redhead’s naked ass is not large but it fits her body well, her pussy is clearly visible in this position, as is her asshole (which her memories tell me was thoroughly cleaned in her shower, how convenient). Enough voyeurism, on to the fun part. I issue some further commands and Amelie turns again before slinkily mounting the bed and crawling over my body. I return her ability to speak while she approaches me, not too loudly though. ‘Mais qui êtes vous donc?… Et… Que faites-vous.