Unless the postman sets a basket by the box. He/she never has but discounting such a situation is foolish. Possible is possible ... it could happen.On...this occasion ... the occasion being recycle pick up day ... I was thumbing through with one hand and depositing with the other hand all the junk mail that mailers seem to think I read.I used to slip a pound of sand into "Postage Guaranteed by Recipient" envelopes but now I recycle the paper. Those recipients don't send me junk mail now.This. Yes the son cum in his own mom’s pussy the rare thing of world I knew that Now I m lost my virginity by my mom ,I am also a mother fucker I receive the crown of that forbidden sex. “Aaahhh yeahhhhh!” I moaned as I shuddered through another intense orgasm. Mom feeling her son’s hot sperm shooting inside her found it too much and began buck wildly on my thick shaft as she had yet another orgasm. Her pussy squeezed my shaft hard as she shuddered and quivered. Mom leaned forward, my cock still deep. James turned and looked at me. “Thanks Kate” again with no hint that he had taken it any other way than a passing comment. He seemed so innocent and unaware of his magnetism. “You obviously keep fit yourself,” he replied. "Your strong calf muscles are an indication of many hours hard work if I’m not mistaken?” “I hate the effort in the gym but the rewards are not turning into a couch potato,” I replied. “Oh, and I ride.” The silence was stunning. “Horses,” I rather too quickly and loudly. It was less violent but her shuddering explained all to me. I eased off and gently licked her clean. Her breathing calmed and her body relaxed. I didn’t stop though because now I was enjoying her simply for myself: the smell, the taste, the moistness. Emily’s hands gently guided me back up her body to her mouth and she languidly kissed mine. Her eyes were half shut, her body totally relaxed. ‘Good job,’ she said, smiling contentedly. I slept the sleep of the innocent, wrapped in her. When I.