. god my husband couldn't ever do this, not in a million years." Mmn, I bet he could never get close. He doesn't satisfy you like I do, does he?" She ...odded no, I could barely see that her eyes were fully closed and loving this. Her tongue was hang out like a dog, happily panting away as I rammed her ass."Oh you treat me like a housewife, like a proper tool for you to fuck..." I felt a growl rise in my throat "you fucking bet I do, now cry out like a proper whore."I gave her a few strikes to. Oh, her ex had never hit her. He did not have to. Despite that stupid saying about sticks and stones, words could and did hurt you. But for Sean, she felt it was PTSD, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, that drove him. It built a common ground upon which their class projects and friendship had built over the past few months. But whatever had possessed her to invite him here? No one came into the home that she shared with her sons. It was hers. Her refuge after a decade of the constant barrage of. So instead of three girls, we had one. What the fuck? Poor Brian! We got to the marina and he went over to his boat and I took my lovely, sexy twenty-five-year-old friend to mine which I called Shenanigans, taking her out on this lovely starlit night.By the time we were past the breakwater, my sexy waitress had all the buttons on her blouse undone. Something about good size boats (especially with a flybridge) seems to make women want to undress.When we got to a secluded cove, I put. Climbing off the sofa she stood before him for no more than a few seconds before climbing back on, this time to straddle him on the couch. I shook my head in disbelief, amazed once more at the ease she'd allowed herself to be seduced, for here she was, my own mother, pandering to his every wish.She squatted above him, smiling down at his face. She was facing the back of the sofa, facing my direction as she hovered there, inches from his upright cock. I stroked at my own, unable to believe I was.