Shyamala’s legs went around her son’s waist as if to lock him and in the process his hard dick managed to hit the slit on her pussy and got inside...just an inch with ease and comfort.“It’s in, It’s in,” screamed Shyamala. Vishal took a deep breath and humped on his mother as his long dick dived inside her moist pussy like a knife getting inside a butter bowl. Soon, he started pumping his mother gently to begin with and soon he was gathering the momentum. He was gasping for breath and decided to. This isn't about Lucy's consent. It's about her makeup, her innate physical being. You forget that women's bodies have been wired with dark sexual desires and they control us, Mr Pendrill. They move us to brazen outrageous acts, and they define what we are. Even if a woman is conservative and religious, even if she's shy and bashful, these desires are molten magma boiling beneath her earth's crust, and if you scratch the surface, you see it."Lucy denies these facts because she doesn't want to. Much to my surprise, this half-drunk old bag was turning me on !We watched TV in silence for a while, then she casually rested her hand on my thigh and asked if I wanted another drink. I said, "no thanks" then turned toward her and put my arm around her shoulder to give her a hug. She responded with a bear hug of her own, I looked in her eyes and gave her a kiss to which she again responded hungrily. We were soon lying out on the couch, pressing into each other with my knee between her legs as. ”Alana smiled warmly. “Far out. That is so cool. But all right, I better get in there. Like you said, Jonah is particular about some stuff. We’ll catch up later tonight, okay? After the show?”“Sure. I’m glad you’re here. It’s good to see you.”“For sure, dude. And hey, I know you’re going to kill it tonight, all right?”I nodded as she gave me a quick hug, and then I watched her slip down the hallway. After the music grew and faded once more, I was alone, awash in the memories and emotions of.