"I know who he is - and who he isn't. You look a bit like him, but youare not Rev. McCracken. You could never fool St. Paul." How close were you to hi...m?" he asked."As close as a man and woman can ever be, believe me," I smiled."What does St. Paul have to do with this?" `St. Paul' was the nickname of Jonas McCracken's roommate at BBAA," Ireplied. "His real name was Arne Olson and he came from the capital ofMinnesota. Now of course, the real Jonas McCracken would have known that,wouldn't he? And. I looked at mum and she was stark naked with cum running down her legs and matted globs of it in her hair.Paul made no effort to conceal himself and in fact his cock got larger as he watched my mum."Well dear if you are going to go stealing my men I can only assume I can steal yours" she said smiling. "I love a young cock, Paul come with me" Paul leapt out of bed and followed my mum down the hall into the bedroom. I was in shock and I lay down with my eyes closed trying to take it all in. I. The tight frictioning of her rubbery asshole and the rapid stabbing of Bobby's cock in her cunt was overloading her nerve-endings. She was really in the middle of a sandwich, now, she thought. Double- fucked by her own sons!Her two handsome boys hunched and groaned, grabbing at her fleshy tits and ass as they battered her sloppy holes. Her upturned asscheeks were jiggling, glowing redly from Scott's belly-spanking, and her cock-stuffed cunt and tormented clit were building her lust higher and. When we got home I was glad to get the heels off my feet more as or lessstraight away as we got into the house "Go upstairs, undress and takeyour makeup off Jessica, and remember to put on some moisturiser cream onyour face and I will be up in 10 minutes and undo your corset" I did asshe said without any hesitation, soon I was undressing and hanging up theskirt and blouse on to a hanger, I heard my phone bleep, I opened the text"Put the computer laptop you have on top of the television and.