I scream into his mouth, he kisses me harder, thrusts deeper and stays like that, his rigid, rock hard penis embedded deep inside me, riding out the s...orm of my orgasm, waiting for it to subside, holding me, ignoring the agony he must feel as my nails dig into him. Slowly the wonderful sensations leave me, and I lie, exhausted, under him, and realise that he has moved slightly and is taking the weight of his body on his elbows. He whispers in my ear, asking me if Id like another, and all I can. The rubber corset looked fantastic, it was nice and tight, the cups were open but lifted your tits up in the most provocative way, it had been specially cut so that the bottom gently hugged your arse but left your pussy almost completely exposed, the black stockings attached to the garters made you look and feel bloody good. Not bad for 55 you thought. Over the top you d****d an almost transparent long black gown. The vision in the mirror was stunning, your prominent nipples were poking through. She really knew what she was doing, because she has never done this before to me.She looked me in the eyes, smiled as her eyes shifted to our parents & back to me. As I turned my head to look up front, she let go of my dick, now just bobbing freely under the blanket, looking like a tent pole when I turned back, looked at Sara as she was fidgeting under the blanket, thinking to myself, "uh hey, finish what you started!", when she looked back into my eyes with that mischivious smile I've seen. I try to maintain this directive religiously. The following is a fictitious, yet very real to me description of my wildest dream. Hope it hits your imagination.It’s a boring Tuesday at Wally World. I’ve cleaned scanners, filled bagholders and added cash to the coffers of the SCO (self-checkout) registers. I have the illustrious task of hosting this den of iniquity in suburbia. It keeps me off the streets and allows me to fantasize about seducing several of my regular MILF shoppers on a random.