Her legs were lovely, very smooth and unblemished. She heard him open his pants and a flash of heat ran through her. She knew he was taking his cock o...t as he looked at her. She felt so exposed, so wanton, standing before her son with her dress up."Push your panties down. Show me your cunt, Mom." Ritchy, please, don't..." Come on, Mom. You know you wanna show me your cunt."A shudder swept through her. Holding her skirt with her elbows, she reached for the waistband of her panties. She began to. You should concentrate on what we each could do to make it better. There are already enough things that could go wrong." Would you be able to love me at all?" I already do, Brenda. If I didn't love you, I wouldn't let you near me again. I love you in a way that makes me want to help good things happen for you. I want to see you happy, but I'm more interested in making sure you don't make me unhappy. Part of that is not doing things to make you unhappy, not if I can help it." How are you going. The man who had whistled was staring at her, and now the other men stopped their game and focused their attention on her as well. They were massive, all over six feet tall. The sweat on their naked torsos glistened like raindrops on black marble."Check out them little muffins," the whistler said."Mm-mm, tasty," a second man chirped in.Kimmy knew she wasn't big in the chest department, but having her breasts compared to baked goods embarrassed her. She jerked her eyes forward again and quickened. I could not even wait for my hubby, since my beloved Victor was coming back home the next day.As I began to squeeze my clit between my naughty fingers, something caught my eye in the back yard. Our neighbor Tyrrell was dragging the mower out of the shed. The dark skin in his black torso was covered in sweat.The young guy had been lifting weights and now he was going to mow the lawn. What a great sight for my hungry eyes…I slowly dipped a finger inside of my heating cunt and watched as he made.