She realised that he’d bathed as she inhaled the fresh and soapy scent, she noticed his hair was tousled and wet. The coffee smelled amazing too. Sh... took a sip, it tasted as good as she’d hoped. He sat at the other end of the sofa and carried on reading the newspaper. When he next looked up she was frowning slightly at the tell tale pink pages. He noticed that she had a very expressive face. ‘Are you reading The Financial Times?’ She asked incredulously ‘Well, I can’t spend the rest of my. As I sat in my robe in the kitchen eating my bagel and drinking my coffee, I couldn't help but notice Mr. Hardy sitting out on his porch drinking his coffee and reading his newspaper. He was an older gentleman, fifty two to be exact, but his looks had not faded. His wife had passed a few years back, she had some form of cancer. As I sat there sipping my coffee I wondered how long it had been since he had felt a woman's touch. Even though he was twenty years my senior, I felt a small attraction. Pulverise ME!... Split me in TWO!... Fuck my ASS!... STRETCH IT OUT!... MOAR!... MOAR!... Gimmie MOAR!" At that Travis climbed ontop and stuck his Rod in Mom's ass and then steve did the same in front of him. At this point, Mom was Pentagonally penetrated, and I was having a hard time believing it. "Yesh!... Yesh!... Fuck my HOLSH!... FIST ME!... EAT ME!..." 'Wait, what was that last thing she said' I Thought as My very own Mother lurched about on my rod, getting gangbanged harder than I had. I was by no means drunk but I knew I'd had a drink, I'd drank the beers fairly fast and on an empty stomach. My thoughts soon turned to Christine. I had fucked her numerous times on the very sofa I was now sat on just a few days earlier. I couldn't get my head around how I felt for her. We'd fucked, off and on for years, but I found the nature in which she blew hot and cold infuriating. Many times I had attempted to engage her in sex chat when I found myself horny and desperate to fuck her only.