Trademark look for you as I have come to find out over the years. I glance down at myself and realize I’m wearing black myself…velvet pants and sh...rt, leather boots. Interesting. When I look back up, I catch you watching me but can’t quite read the look on your face. The breeze moves against my face, catching my hair as it does so. You reach up, brush your hand against the side of my face and I actually feel my breath catch in my chest. The touch is soft and amazing at the same time. You say. Then I dipped my rod into her sopping wet pussy to lubricate it just a bit. While admiring her big butt I found her tiny ring and shoved the head of my prick against it. With one hard push the head popped in as I shrieked out, "You like it in the butt, well, take this you bitch." Fuck yes, fuck me hard you bastard!" I hadn't remembered anyone else's ass being this tight as I grunted loudly as I tried to shove my way in. Ma began pushing up to meet my thrust and soon she had captured every inch. Just like that. Pound my naughty pussy.”After their mutual release, they relax in bed. Lynn lays on her side supported by one of her elbows. Lightly stroking her husband’s cock she says, “Let me ask you something.”“Sure, what is it?”“I know you really had a meeting when you asked me to pick up Chuck. But I think you would have made up any excuse to get me to pick him up and bring him back here.”“You’re right. I wanted you to be alone with Chuck to see what would happen.”“So Chuck was right. You. "Shall I start calling you Brittany?" skewered Lynette."Oh, Mom. All the girls wear stuff like this, many of them a lot worse than this." We've had this conversation before. I just want you to use some good taste as well as trying to fit in." I know, but this really isn't out of line." Borderline," was all Lynette opined."Message received." Now about the other thing..." It's not a "thing," Mom." Honey, you know we can talk anytime you want, but if you need to talk with someone else I can find a.