Lin eventually informed me about the guy several months ago. It seemed like us he had moved away from London, down to a sleepy village in Devon some 5...0 odd miles from where we lived in and to cut a long story short, it had been his suggestion to meet up and catch up on old times, hence my wifes reason for letting me know about him for it was then she asked me if I was ok about the idea of her meeting him halfway for old times sake. That was several months ago and since then (what I hadnt known). Her pale breasts swayed back and forth from the force of his strokes. He fucked her without restraint, just pounding her like a hot wife slut.“Yes, yes, pound my wife,” the husband moaned. He stroked his little dick. “Christine, how is it?”“Amazing!” the woman groaned. “Oh, yes, yes, so much bigger than you. He’s stretching me out. Yes, yes! Pound me!”The Black stud grabbed her hips and did that. He slammed that dick into her pussy. Heat washed through me as I reveled in the live porn my mother. I swear that shedeliberately took her time. I have never had a shop assistant fold anyitem of clothing that I was buying so carefully and precisely. Shescanned each item and it semed to me that either her scanner didn'twork very well or she was doing a bad job, but it took her at least twoattempts for each pair of panties, and the second scan always seemed torequire her holding them up quite openly. Then she'd neatly fold them ,making sure that they were just so. Occasionally she'd exchange. I'm so sorry," Brooke said as she tried to fight off tears. "You should never have been exposed to this." Not knowing what else to do, Brooke turned on Ronni. "And you! This is all your fault, you little slut! Why were you emailing my husband, your friend's father with your dirty pictures anyway? And how could you bring Emily into this?" Well, Mommy Brooke," Ronni replied calmly, "it might interest you to know that what really started this was what I saw on Daddy Jack's computer one day when I.