I thanked her for the compliment at about the same time that the maid returned with three cosmopolitans which she deftly served in spite of her own to...ering heels. Jane asked, more like demanded, that I sit oppositee her on the couch and catch her up on how I came to be sitting in her living room so dressed. Over the next two hours I gave her the unabridged version starting with my compulsion to set my hair in my mother’s rollers when I was home alone in high school and proceeding up through my. I do, since the time, a few weeks ago when you came home and went straight to shower and changed your clothes. Completely by accident, I found you’re crumpled up, sex juice soaked panties and bra in the laundry basket.“Your bra was wet with semen and your panty crotch was almost dripping with it. The thought of you having sex with some other man was out of his world, and it gave me an immediate erection.”“Since then, I have been fantasizing about you and Rustam together in our bed having sex. “Laurel? Are you sure you’re not going to regret this later?”My response is to frame his smooth-shaven, handsome face and reel him in for a sexy, scorching kiss that makes him forget about his anxiety that’s caused by me. I can’t deny that I feel so much guilt over neglecting my sensual side after our premature baby, Robbie, passed away. I shouldn’t have punished Bryant for that sad, traumatic event, but unfortunately, I inadvertently did so by turning down his kisses and requests for. “Such a yummy treat!”I was so happy she enjoyed it. I swayed, delighted by all the joy rushing through me. Aunt Nadine was moaning into my pussy. Then I realized she was cumming. I squeezed her big boobs and watched her gush juices in Mom’s face.“Nadine!” Mom moaned, drinking her sister’s yummy juices. “Oh, yes, yes! Mildred!”The futa’s hazel eyes widened. She slammed her hips forward hard, burying her futa-dick into my mother’s asshole. I knew Mom was cumming now, too. Her bowels were spasming.