"I'm, t-trying to hold back, mom," he panted. His hands were taking another delightful grip upon the hot cheeks of her bouncing ass. "But I need you s... much, I--I can't. I'm going to come. I'm coming!" His prick swelled, and the flexing head suddenly poured forth a hot, hissing stream of semen. Glynn shot off inside his mother's softly receiving pussy, pumped his come in quick, spitting jets so that it splashed against her cervix and inundated the quivering walls of her vagina. Again and again,. The only thing SHE had heard them called were "INJUNS" in the old western movies. THEY went around wearing war paint, dancing around a fire, and scalping people. Bruce COULDN'T have done like that. HE was a gentleman, and a FANTASTIC lover.They noticed that she had her eyes open, and was listening to them. Robbi giggled. "Ready for Round 2, Sweetie? Billy has had time to rest up, and is ready for some of his BRIDE'S pussy. I want some more of what Bruce has." Bruce smiled at her. "MY. She stood up, razor in foam covered hands. “All done.” She caught my gaze and smiled that sexy smile, “Jump in the bath then babe and I’ll go and get your clothes.” It didn’t even cross my mind to ask what clothes. I was in the bath and soaping my body as fast as I could. I climbed out of the bath and started to dry myself. Running my hands over my erect cock it felt strange yet very nice to be hairless and smooth all around my balls. I know I was only 16 but I seemed to have had hairy bollocks. A sound that resembled ... moaning. A woman moaning. Fear drained from me, with rage building in its stead. A woman moaning. Did Terry go out and bring home some floozie to fuck? In MY house? I rose from the bed, tightening my silk robe around my naked form, padding bare feet across warm carpet towards my bedroom door. I paused in the hallway, listening. The slut's moans grew louder, mixed with my husband's. I hadn't heard so much as grunt from him during sex the past few years..