Sandra somehow came back to mind, best friends to the point where Betty still had the tattoo on her wrist and all the shenanigans they had been up to....How they had never slept together, but the couple of times they had shared one of those special evenings when they had both been horny enough to at least masturbate together, talking and giggling their way all through until someone lost and came first. Good times, before jobs and lives had split them apart.And somehow Betty kept thinking of Adam. ..fine sucking nipples!" My nipples are none of your concern !" she answered.Though not stopping him pull and roll the fat brown teats round and round in his fingers...There she stood, half naked in the dimly lit shop with this strange old fat man crushing her breasts in his hands. Suddenly, the man lifted his shirt and hugged my wife to him. I was behind him, so I couldn't quite see what he was doing, but there was a look of wide-eyed amazement on Nazneen's face. The man seemed to be. Bill entered the room and stopped abruptly. His eyes locked on John’s cock, but his conscious mind didn’t make the connection that John was naked. He announced, “Uh, Ann Moore is here to see you two.”Absently, John said, “Bring her in.”He wondered if she was here to complete the argument that they had on their last visit to the office. She had been upset and he hadn’t been all of that helpful. He walked over the refrigerator and poured a glass of iced tea.While pouring the tea, he said, “I. ”Before John could answer, his body replied as Marge felt his cock start to grow once more. “Mother,..would you please?” He started with long, slow thrusts while giving her loving kisses. This time was different. This time he made love. He didn't rush, he wasn't in need of her, he wanted her.“Yes, for you..yes!” In tears of rejoice, she replied. She relaxed beneath him and let him have his way with her. She was sure that his c***d was already planted inside her, but she wanted him to freely.