And faint moaning. I was standing on his porch about to open the door and stopped dead in my tracks when I saw my mom on John's lap with her nipples ...in his mouth. My duck was instantly hard again. After a few minutes I wondered what to do and if someone was watching me standing there watching them when I saw my mom get up and get on her knees and pull down his joggers, revealing his cock. Mine is 8 and his must of been 10+ and thick. Fuck that got me harder. My mom started sucking his cock. I called Angela and told her that my husband had to go to work that morning, and it was possible that we couldn’t get to the river at all that day.“Angela, what would you like to do?” I gave her no chance to respond before I went on. “I tell you what; we could still go down to the river and soak up the sun, just you and me. Without Jarold there, we could go natural and get an all-over tan!”“That’s fine with me,” she agreed, chuckling. “We’ve seen each other nude already.”Off we went. As we. "You just think I can't," I said menacingly, "don't even try tostruggle". I had gathered from her general air both this morning and this eveningthat she was a submissive rather than a dominant personality which wasgood. I wanted to have everything I wanted from her without having toseriously physically hurt her too much. She looked terrified as her wideblue eyes gazed with horror into mine. "You can have a choice," I said, "I want some fun for the next couple ofdays before I go away and it is. Chelsea just figured it was a man's way of responding when a wife tells him he wants a child and starts mapping her menstrual cycles. Two months pass now since the conversation about the rape fantasy and Tony had become very hard to talk to in the evenings after work. He was very irritable, and blamed it on problems at the office and with the trial he and the staff were working on. Chelsea, trying to be a good wife, sought to comfort her husband with a little whiskey and some back rubs, but.