“Maybe he’ll just sleep around on me and not file for divorce.” “I have one other stipulation,” she asserted. “Okay?” “You cannot tell... a living soul about this.” “I won’t,” she said. “But I’m going to be ruining my body, so I want to know…exactly…how long can I do this for?” “Till he’s eighteen,” she replied, plucking the number at random, but afterwards, realizing it was probably a pretty solid response. “After that he’s gonna be on his own and I can’t do much about it.” “True,” Anita. Cum on my son's cock..." Carrie was growling while she fucked her self. A massive puddle was pooled under her ass and dripping on to the floor. A text came in on her phone. She grabbed it with a wet hand, smearing the screen with pussy juice. It was a text from her daughter, asking what they were eating for dinner that night. Carrie told her pussy and tossed the cum covered phone back onto the couch next to her. Chris continued destroying the slutty, hood rat stripper. Carrie loved the. She continued to stand there, in full view of the window, watching the imaginary television, as if something had caught her attention. After a few seconds of this charade, Charlene turned toward her dressing table and chair, which were against the wall and at an angle to the window, but still very visible to the camera. She sat down, continuing to appear as if catering to her own comfort, pulling the shirt up a bit and sitting on her bare ass. The view we and the neighbor were getting was. Immediately the other three girls stopped what they were doing and looked up to see what she was pointing at. He was about 20 feet from them, but by the time he got to the car door he would be within 10 feet and in full view. His cock was still stiff from his previous ordeal and his arms were shaking as he crawled. This only increased his shame."That's Mr. Hyde!" one of the girls said. "What are you doing to Mr. Hyde, m'am?" It's a secret", Beverly said. "Can you girls keep a secret?" YES!".