I knew it! I fucking mother fucking knew it!’ she yelled as her hands waved angrily. She stared at me for a minute before lowering her voice a bit, ...��Don’t get me wrong, deep in my heart of hearts, I hoped that you would prove me wrong and wouldn’t fall for this. But, honestly, I have suspected for a while now, that if you thought you could get away with it, you would at least try. What is it you always say Howdy, ‘It’s easier to beg forgiveness than beg for permission’? Hmm, isn’t that it?’ The. She sat down and we had a long conversation about nothing in particular, in fact I still cannot quite recall all the subjects that we talked about that day. I’m very sure about at least one thing, though: I babbled. I probably made a complete of myself, trying to find yet another subject that might be interesting enough for her to stay around for just a little while longer. After a few hours our talk finally ended when my wife called, wanting to know when I would come home that evening. I felt. Now she was on top, her kneesplanted on the bed to either side of his hips, where she could controlthe speed and energy of their fucking.Patty gripped his shoulders, her enormous, stiff-nippled tits swayingheavily over his chest. Her face was flushed and contorted, a mask ofincestuous passion. Furiously she started wiggling and humping her assagain, shuddering as she pistoned her glove-tight pussy onto thesatisfying stiffness of her young son's cock."Fuck me," she gasped. "Fuck your mother,. He finally pulled out and I dropped to my knees.I sucked my cum off of his big black balls, sucking on each of them while he rubbed his cum covered cock all over my face. Then I licked his cock clean. Then I sucked the last drop of cum out of his big cock, licking the head clean."That was one hot fuck, here's another $20. That was so good you deserve another tip." Well thank you, sir!" I told him as I pulled up my pink panties.I bent over to pick up my shorts, and I felt that load of cum seep.