Sure, it was self-serving on his part but it achieved my objectives and reminded me that I didn’t need to justify my every word or action in regard ...o Mary.It was all Mary needed to hear. Not the whining or justifications I would have uttered. She already knew the score. After a long look at Paul, Mary, still on her knees, reached for the top button of her blouse.“Make it sexy, mom! Come on. You have to do it anyway, so you may as well have fun with it!”I know Mary was thinking that the only. " Now lay back against his chest bitch... Lie down on his chest... Good... That's a good little slut... Now I can see your juicy pussy above that dick in your ass... Now get ready to take my cock in your pussy bitch... Get ready to take my cock in your cunt... Here it comes... Open up bitch... Here it comes... I'm guiding it in... Do you feel that bitch?... Do you feel my dick going into your hot pussy?... Do you feel it?.. Do you feel my cock in your pussy and your son in your ass?.. How does. ‘As beautiful as ever.’ ‘What-‘ my voice caught in my throat. Our eyes locked. Was he taking advantage of my moment of weakness? Did he mean anything that he said? I wasn’t sure, but I was even less sure that it mattered. I called to him with my eyes and he lowered his lips to mine. The kiss was soft, a soothing balm to the storms of the world. ‘Just hold me,’ I breathed. He grasped me close in a tight embrace. I let the tension just drain out of my body. His arms felt like home wrapped around. The scenechanged a bit as she had lowered her jeans a just belowher crotch and was fingering herself. I was able to look up a bit and could see that her tophad been also raised and he was playing with her tits.I was just able to see about half way up her tits, thefreckle line, through the hole. They were large anddrooping a bit but very nice. The nipples could havebeen better, as they sagged a bit. But who am I to kickas you don’t have too many experiences like this in alife time, at.