I like to have a personal touch with my missionaries and have them meet me in my home first. Where are my manners? Come and have a seat, you must be t...red from your flight.”Besides the front entrance, the apartment was more of an open concept loft. The modern kitchen had a big island that divided it up from the living room that was stocked with nice, new furniture.“Your place is lovely.” sputtered James, eyes wide from all he was seeing.“Thank you.” said the man as he set a glass of water down. I found her protruding pussy lips waiting for me. The heat was unreal. Aunt April’s lips were so swollen and wet that they had already started to naturally split open a bit begging for me. I started my hand over her clit at the front spreading her luscious thick pussy lips while I went all the way to the asshole tracing her path with my middle finger.Aunt April’s shoulders went back as I started to fuck her tight pussy with my fingers. I had one in at first, then two, and then another rubbing. ”With that, his mother lowered her hips, and engulfed more then half of his length. She was so turned on by how kinky she was letting her self be, and letting her son get to be her stand in male model.She relaxed her legs, still wearing her hot orange pumps and moved further down his erection until she sat completely on him, grinding her hips in very tiny movements, just enough to pretend she wasn’t completely enjoying the thrill she was giving her teenage son. How many other photographers get. I stripped down and removed my shorts without even thinking about it. I always slept in the nude. I didn't bat an eye when Doug did the same. We climbed into bed and I turned off the bedside lamp. I needn’t have bothered. The motel’s sign cast as much light through the curtains. I rolled onto my back and shut my eyes.A few minutes later I felt a hand stroke my thigh and slowly move up to my package. I lifted my head and looked over at Doug. He was on his side facing me and smiling. "You mind?".