Every part of it, and I mean all of it felt like it was made for my orifice. The thought of it being attached to my son only increased the desire…th...t again overwhelmed the self-contention of me being morally a creep…the song from “Radiohead” started to bang in my head as my lust drove my hips up and down…my cunt relishing the firm resistance of each thrust.Hardly noticed that Kyle had one hand on my hip as I rose and fell, then oscillating at both apexes of my trajectory. His other hand taking. It was here that I observed her very closely .She was a very attractive lady with fair complexion and a figure of 36 32 40. I used to look at her boobs now and then. Her boobs were like two watermelons. Sometime she caught me seeing her boobs but she acted as if nothing happened. Probably, she was used to men staring at her. I also loved her buttocks that were round shaped which danced whenever she walked. One day I visited her at around 8 PM. She was about to have dinner and asked me if I. She, like her granddaughter, had blue eyes that seem sowarm. I couldn't help but like this woman immediately, and soon we weretalking like old friends. Laughing and joking with one another. Sheasked about my family a little more in depth and I couldn't help but behonest with her. I told of her the troubles I had with my father andthe confrontation I had with my brother earlier in the day. Shegenuinely seemed saddened by that. "There are so many bigoted people inthis world it is amazing. . Not even for five minutes, and those words had almost haunted me when I'd compared them so often to Richard's desires.Seth was as handsome as I remembered him too. Big and strong, he was a construction worker who had the bearing of someone else, an athletic attorney or a stock broker maybe. There was nothing brutal or crude about him, but a sense of control and patience. It was strange and interesting actually, although I couldn't say why. I'd been attracted to him though, I knew that, and now.