I'll be good. Please let meeat your... precious... pussy." I smirk at him and order, "Pull these damned jeansdown to my ankles. And do it right." ...I'm not sure what the WRONG way would be butI figure the more abuse I heap on him the more he'll obey. He finally gets thoseplus-size, wide-in-the-hips jeans down over my full thighs and thick firm calves. My legs really are shapely, just big at the same time. When they're down and I stepout of them, he neatly folds them and sets them aside. I. These strangers, and now her own son, were using her first name when speaking to or about her. Her son was speaking about 'collars' and referring to her husband of two decades as 'Master Frank.' She was fast approaching overload."Master Frank? Ron, what has gotten into you? And since when do you address your mother by her first name? Frank, are you just going to stand there and let YOUR son be so disrespectful, especially in front of guests?" she finally said sharply. This was the point where I. As I scrolled down the room list I found one called “Walked In on Daughter.”I thought it was serendipitous that I’d find a room called that. For about twenty minutes I tried entering it. But the twenty-three people in that room chatting didn’t seem to be going anywhere. After nearly twenty minutes of trying to enter someone finally bolted and I was able to take their place.It took a few minutes of lurking to get the hang of the room. I entered the conversation by posting, “37-year old single. Her eyes are closed and she is wimpering and making all kinds of sounds I never knew she could make. This thing is fucking the juice out of her. At this rate I'm going to have to give her gatorade to keep hydrated.Up it goes to 40 %. How many times have you gotten off so far I ask her, Oh my oh maybe 10 times so far.It was hard for to to talk and you could tell it was hitting all her spots and then some.Watching her got me as hard as a blue steel bar. Now I was going to get in back of her and.