Don’t usually remember stuff in this kind of detail. You know, it’s usually, oh, yeah, I did this or that with so and so. Haha!Anyway, at some poi...nt we got up, went into the bedroom and undressed. I remember that Van was all over Pat, mauling her tits, biting her nipples, and running her hands all over her body. The kisses were long and deep.Then, I think to all of our surprise, Pat pushed Van down on the bed and started eating her pussy. After watching this for a few minutes, I figured it was. How good is the back support? Where does the fabric come from? Are there reviews? But the son was the one making this torturous.Usually mothers and sons are in and out in a flash. No matter how picky the mothers are, the sons are such little shits about shopping the mothers end up just picking one willy-nilly and going home.Not this kid. He was very attentive – just not for the mattresses. From the moment they walked in, his eyes were glued to my ass. (I mean, I do wear a dress that would get. Later I observed that he was doing it again, but this time to my surprise very clearly, circling my breast. I have a hard hit on his leg and asked him what he is up to. He then woke up and said that last night he watched porn and due to it he was feeling restless. By this time I knew he was up to something. He then started playing with my hair and loosened up my band which I had tied up to my hair.He slowly came down and moved his hand in my face. I was enjoying his each and every moment,. She was being held up by her wrists, bound above her head to another chain from the roof. Her feet were bound to chains coming from the floor, too short for her to have much movement. From what she could gather of what was behind her, she was in the center of the room. Her utility belt hung on a peg on the wall directly in front of her, obviously to remind her of how helpless she currently was. Like she needed that though. She shook violently against her bindings, trying to accelerate her limbs.