After five minutes the girl returned and showed me through to the sitting room, stood in front of a large ornate fire place was “Mistress Annabelle�...�� she was older (Around 50) than I expected but still stunning in her way, she had shoulder length black hair and was dressed in a tight fitting cat suit that showed off her still perfect body, she turned to me and said “Sit” her voice left you under no illusion that this was a request, it was and order, “So you would like to have the pleasure of my. Her boobs were about 36 c and were not saggy at all. Her pussy looked very tight for a woman who had given birth to 3 kids. She sits down on top of me and leans in and whispers in my ear to relax and enjoy it. She leans back and starts grinding her tight pussy up and down my throbbing cock. She then takes her hand and wraps it around my cock and stuffs it into her pussy. Immediately she started screaming as my cock was sliding in her. As soon as my cock gets inside her about half way, she. " That's no reason why I shouldn't be able to go to dinner with someonevery special to me." Does he know about, Mark?" my father asked.The room grew silent. You know the kind, where every sound disappears? Ihad been facing my mother, but when Dad said what he did, I almost gotwhiplash from my reaction."What did you say?" I asked."Does he know about, Mark?" Never mind about Kurt, how do you know about, Mark?" my mother asked."I've known about Mark for months," Dad replied."But how?" My memory. Do you think I should ask him to get it out for me, Danny?”I nodded enthusiastically and unzipped myself. Up sprang my hard cock.“Wow. It’s big – not as big as yours Danny – of course not – shorter but thicker, I think”I frowned but she just smiled and shook her head and licked her lips. What an actress she was.“I’m gonna have to give it a little stroke. Would you like to see me doing it? Would you like to be here watching me stroke it like I do with yours? You like my hand on you, don’t you?”I.