Deep making me shiver. He brought his lips to mine, kissing me, forcing his tongue into my mouth."Isn't this what a slut would do?"I tensed up for a m...ment. He called me a slut... me his Mother! This definitely was going in the direction I didn't want it to go. His two fingers were now slowly sliding in and out of my hot, juicy pussy. I felt he was waiting for an answer... but yet I couldn't... I was his Mom."Ahhhh... yes... I am a slut... Uhhhhhh."Noooo, god why did I say that! I can't le him. “If you two boys are done blathering, you can help lay the eats on the table. Us girls have more important things to deal with. These two are wonderful now, Reg. Congratulations.”“As I told your husband, it was my household that did the job, not me.”“Whatever. The job was done, and done well; that is what matters,” she insisted.Reg nodded, as no reply was needed.Lunch was very amicable, with all three ladies chatting away over the meal, while Reg and Mr Robson talked about the vagaries of. It was dusty as if unused, and the plant life around the structure obscured the view in all directions."Well, in daylight at any rate. Marcus an' I installed the lights in high school. But in this here household, this is where you and yo' young lady might escape a parent's watchful eye fo' a spell." So you brought me out here to take advantage of me?" The thought had crossed my mind." Only the thought?" she asked while sliding her arms around his neck and kissing him deeply. He undressed her. ”Well, the wife was really interested in buying the sandals after what the man claimed, but her husband felt he really didn’t need them, being the sex god he was. The husband asked the man, “How could sandals make you into a sex freak?”The Indian man replied, “Just try dem on, Saiheeb.”Well, the husband, after some badgering from his wife, finally gave in, and tried them on. As soon as he slipped them onto his feet, he got this wild look in his eyes, something his wife hadn’t seen in many.