I remember thinking; He's right, I have enjoyed his cock. I should just keep fucking him and have more fun. So I started pushing my pussy back into hi... cock. and moaning. Let me tell you why I can't believe I let Greg continue fucking me. Let me start with what Greg looked like. He was about 40 with a receding hairline and a lot of gray. He was also about thirty pounds over weight with a good sized beer belly. The other reason I couldn't believe I did it was that he was married with kids. Not. He couldn’t get the vision of his mother naked out of his head. He was in a permanent state of half erection, he felt no guilt about what had happened, only excitement.He was sat in the living room when his father walked in, he handed David a bottle of beer.“I’m not having one,” he said, “l’m driving later. I think we need to talk son.”David took a swig of his beer, not knowing what to say in what was the strangest conversation he’d ever had.“So you enjoyed fucking your mother then,” Tom. Forget the police. Maybe I'll look into it myself." Hey, there you go. You gotcher self a new case. Lemme know if I can help - I'd love to see you catch the bastard."I nodded numbly, the utter futility of launching a one-man investigation into an apartment break-in washing over me. If I was serious, I should have dusted around for fingerprints before Larry and I straightened up. The feeling of helplessness and anger that accompanies a gross violation of one's personal space was keeping me from. Sad and defeated Big Red complied.“Found it” announced Bambi proudly holding the chain leash aloft. Big Red’s mood darked further as she felt that this was going to add to her suffering although she did not really understand how…yet.Whispering in her ear the master asked Vanessa to help him back to “fighting form.”Reaching between their close pressed bodies, Vanessa found him quite rigid but nevertheless to advantage of the request to give it a bit of a massage.”“Ooh, you are ready sir, happy.