Definitely Polish. —– The past couple of years had been rough for me. Now in my mid thirties, life hadn’t quite turned out how I expected. It ha...n’t always been that way though. When I was 25 I met who I thought was going to be the love of my life. Her name was April and I thought she was beautiful, but at the time both of us were in relationships, so there was no subsequent contact. Two years later we both happened to be at a social gathering arranged by mutual friends. In the obligatory catch. She started to lower herself, and I could see that there was still pain. I remained motionless as she moved, relishing the feel of her extremely tight asshole as it slid down my cum soaked cock. Finally, her ass rested on my crotch, and she stopped, trying to adjust to the feeling of me deep within her bowels.I counted to ten, before ordering her to move. The look of anger in her eyes flashed again, but she did as she was told. "Do you forgive me, baby? Now that you are finally fucking my ass?". Both looked down and watched Timothy's fingers undo two more buttons.Marie took a deep breath when Timothy pushed his hand inside her bra cup. Unexpectedly, Marie felt a tinge of guilt and self-consciousness because of her age.She held Timothy's wrist and eased his hand out of her bra."They're not what you're used to."Timothy hooked his finger under Marie's bra cup and lifted it. Her tit flopped down."This is a mistake." Marie rested her breast back in its cup and fixed her dress."Sorry,. ”“That’s right, mom,” Mark told his fingering mother, “I’m waiting for you with this cock. Its yours to do with as you please whenever you want it. Come take your son, mom. Come to you own flesh and blood and do whatever you want.”Like a prowling leopard, Jennifer bent over and crawled onto the bed, crawling over her son’s legs until her face was close enough to his cock to smell his musk. She momentarily looked up, looking over the rim of her glasses into her son’s eyes. The look she exchanged.