I use to be something in my younger days. I was now…god…I was getting old. I was now 51 years old. I was old fart with wicked desire for my young ...ighteen years daughter. What was wrong with me? Hell her mother was twenty-one when I meet her and fucked her, but it was a month later when I married her. But our marriage was rough the first year, than my wife gave birth to Ami. Just after her twenty-second birthday. Her mother was forty, but she was still hot and breathtaking, but I found her to. I switched downstairs at first opportunity, as it has a garden, almost as large in area as the whole IIEE, for my all herbs.I mostly mean my weed, as you two probably already assumed! It grows well this Summer, plants of two meters height.Instead of a door to the kitchen as well, like upstairs on all three floors, my Masters' bedroom has only one door.It opens from our drawing-room, where I work most hours at my erotic experiments & write my essays on Erotics. I will need about half an hour to. No ass. This is too good.” I sped up. Her hair was all over around her head so I couldn’t see her face, or even which way she was looking. Her pussy was making amazing squishy sounds, I could feel her juices running down my thighs and imagined they were on hers, too. For a moment I imagined puddles on the bed around her knees. Then her quivering started again. Pussy muscles were clenching and milking my cock as she buried her face into a pillow and screamed. She reached back and tried. After a few seconds, Jill noticed thatJeffery was no longer glowing or changing. "Are you all right?" Jeffrey asked nervously, feeling very sorry for the9 year old girl that was his mother. She shook her head, looking angry andscared at the same time. "It'll be all right" he lied to her, not sure thathe believed it at all. As he hugged his mother, trying to give her whatcomfort he could, he could feel her shrinking even more in his arms. Herhead was pressed against his boobies and he.