So I usually walk outside and take the mail from him. Normal greetings and pleasantries.I have also been really spending a lot of time riding my dildo...s while alone during the day. Started playing in the squirt.org cam rooms and recording some of my playtime. Have been getting bigger and bigger toys as the months progress.So, yesterday I walkout to get the mail when I see his truck pull up, oddly, today he starts across the street. He usually does us first and finishes across the street. I did. Again she pushed her tongue into my mouth.My cock was almost bursting out of my jeans. I felt like I was going to cum any second.I spun her around and bent her over the toilet. She held onto the wall head as I unbuttoned her blouse to get access to her nice firm tits.Then I started to squeeze her nipples and grind my hips against her ass.I slowly pulled down her black thong under her skirt, down to her ankles.Then I squatted down and began to lick her round buttocks and the crack of her ass.. They didn't really care. They drank and enjoyed themselves anyway.Stumbling in at 2 am, they were both extremely drunk. There had always been some sexual tension for some reason. She was a good looking woman for her age but David always put the thoughts aside. Perhaps it was the alcohol but he was having a very hard time ignoring the feelings tonight.Heather laid back on the couch and lit up a Marlboro cigarette. He sat across from her, examining every inch. She looked incredibly sexy tonight. “Oh ma, tell your son why you are massaging his motherchod cock. Slut Sonali, tell your son that you are getting him ready to fuck your sweet hot ass. Tell me, Sonali, tell me.”As I kept twisting his throbbing shaft, I was amazed to find myself talking real dirty.“Yes, my dear motherchod beta, I am your slut mother massaging your cock with oil so that you can fuck your mother well in the ass. You want it, don’t you? Just imagine this well-oiled cock moving in and out of your mother’s ass.”“No.