I knew my wife very well. I could almost read her thoughts. She was feeling the same self-disgust as I was for partly enjoying this nightmare. My son ...guided his thick cock to the opening where he entered this world 19 years earlier. As he pressed into his mom, my wife, her eyes went as wide as her pussy must have been stretching. Her eyes were fixed on mine. And her eyes said it all. It felt good. It felt really good! Whatever sadness or guilt she had been feeling moments ago vanished without a. When she tried to move them away, he was no help at all. He held them firmly with his teeth, while his hands mauled her breasts. ‘Harold, you are a dead man.’ He stroked into and out of her very slowly, and when she was in a highly sensitized condition like this, she needed to be fucked, not made love to. What Harold was doing to her, drove her to the edge of insanity. She screamed, ‘Please Harold do not do this to me.’ ‘I can’t hear anything, because I am dead, remember.’ ‘Please, I will let. She grabbed my hand as we walked to her room. As soon as we were inside she dropped her robe. She had a fantastic body, perky little upturned tits with rock hard pink nipples, a perfectly rounded ass, a little of a bubble but you could say, but it was perfect. Her pussy was cleanly shaved with just a little patch of blonde hair above it. I pushed her down on her bed and buried my head between her legs. I started lapping her pussy and sucking on her clit till she was moaning deeply. She. She pushed Marsha back on the couch and took in a mouth full of her breasts. Sucking them as if she was thirsty. Marsha groaned and moaned with ecstasy. Jessica went up and down her body with her fingers she stuck her finger inside of Marsha's skirt and into her lace panties. She played with her clit while sucking her pretty perky breasts. Marsha's head raised, she moaned uncontrollably, her body started shaking and her moans were turning into cries of ecstasy. Jessica knew that if she stuck.