Imogen gave me a firm hug. Vanessa gave me a very girlfriendly greeting, even though she was not my girlfriend (in name).“So,” Imogen said from th... back seat once we were in the car—Vanessa sat up front next to me. “Anything interesting happened while we were away?”“A couple of things.”“Such as?” Vanessa asked.“It can wait until we get back. I need to talk to Mark as well as you two. In the meantime, how was your trip?”“Oh, no you don’t,” said Imogen. “You don’t dangle something like that in. It felt so clandestine, so nasty to me - that I loved it. He was my own personal boy-toy, and his massive cock gave me more pleasure than I thought I would ever have again from a man.Perhaps when I started to become more casual for my son - laying with him afterwards, talking about what turned us on and me getting turned on by and what I thought about what we were doing. And even innocent things my son desired to do with me.Not since early in my marriage did I wear the lingerie that I wore for. In a rush I undid the button, pulled down the zipper, and hooked my left thumb under my briefs so I could lower them just enough so he could get a good look at my wonderfully stiff shaft, but not enough to allow him a full view of all of my private parts. That would give him more incentive to show me his boner. John's eyes were fixated on my pride and joy. Entranced he leaned even closer to my now pulsating cock so he could look at it in much more detail. My eyes began vacillating between. With one hand she positioned the swollen end against the moist entrance to her vagina. I felt it pushing its way into the narrow constriction, and for a moment I thought I must be too large for her.But she eased her weight over, gasping as the first few inches of my cock suddenly entered her. The tightness of her vagina pushed my foreskin all the way back so that the most sensitive parts of my penis were touching the smooth walls of her cunt. It felt incredible, as though my cock were held in.