” He offered his mother a small smile. “Like you said, I have a mind of my own and I'm not easily led.”Walking out of the kitchen, he sensed the...heat of his mother’s wrath burning into the back of his head. But, climbing the stairs, Simon smiled. He had a feeling that his Saturday was going to be very interesting. Very interesting, indeed.After taking a piss, Simon brushed his teeth and looked at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. He wondered if Mandy would approve of his ideas for his new. (I've no truck with these modern zips.) There was nothing for it. I had to help her. She soon had my limp bit of septuagenarian masculinity peeping out, and began to fondle it. Begad, it felt nice. No-one had touched my dick for decades. I felt like Sleeping Beauty after the hundred years. Was Cynthia going to kiss it awake? Okay, you're laughing, but you try thinking straight with your penis in the hands of a sixteen-year-old.It was still soft, though she didn't seem to know any different. It. She has my baby. You are just going to shut the fuck up and get used to some new shit around here. And," pausing to resume pumping my wife again, "I ain't going to sit by anymore and let Beth defend you. Beth knows who is boss now," Tyrone smiled.I burst out into tears as their thrusts picked up. Beth covered her mouth as she laughed and moaned at the same time. Tyrone laughed. "What's the matter pussy?" my wife growled. "What's the matter? Big black man got you scared? Ooh, yeah, ooh, Tyrone,. A small smile spreads across your face, and a sensual warmth and slight throbbing begin within the most feminine part of your body. You place the roast in the oven for a late dinner, and then run off to prepare for my arrival. You hurry to be sure you are in place and ready when I come through the door, because you know what happens when you're late. You smile again at the thought, rubbing your ass and remembering that day. Minutes tick off and the throbbing within your pussy intensifies little.