"It feels like you're washing a car. Put some feeling into it."I continued only more like before. Sam poured a pitcher of water on her thighs and said... she was going to get more water. I started to wash the top half of her legs, using two hands on each one, almost massaging them with the soapy washcloth. She squirmed as I did this.The last place was between her legs. "You're going to have to open up a bit for me, Les."She spread her legs with no hesitation. I took the washcloth and moved it up. I was in heaven and didn't know how long I'd be able to last. I asked her if she wanted me to pull out and she replied "baby, I haven't been worked over in five years. I want to feel you cum in every hole on my body". That was all I needed to hear. Both of my hands grabbed hold of her boobies and I began thrusting fast and hard, my balls hitting her ass every stroke. Finally I blew long thick pearly streams of cum deep inside her, thrusting as my cock pulsed violently into her. When I pulled. I’m imagining you inside me. You take your hands and run them up the outside of my legs and back down. You stop at my knees and move your hands to inside of my legs, and run then up almost to my pussy, then back down to my knees. My breathing turns into gasps, when you gently spread my legs wide open. As you sit there admiring my tight, wet pussy I tell you I want you inside me. You smile, and do just as I ask. You lie on top of me and slowly slide inside my pussy. My breath catches the deeper. When she called him to dinner she couldn't look at his face. He walked very quietly to the dining table and sat down without a word. The bowl of soup sat steaming before him. Dorothy sipped at hers praying that it wasn't too hot or too cold. She heard soft sounds from Chuck as he began to dip his spoon into the hearty broth. She waited, and waited for his condemnation, but her son said nothing. She dared to peek out at the boy, but he was calmly eating the soup, dunking a cracker into it. He.