She dreamed of her son, who came to her saying he had a "boo boo." Hepulled aside a loincloth he was wearing and his mammoth erectionstrained up. Ther...e was a small spot on it where he'd caught the skin inhis zipper. "It hurts, Mommy," he said. "Kiss it and make it better." In her dream Claire did a lot more than kiss it and make it better. Shemade it go all soft. She woke with a start. She was lying on her side, facing the childrenagain. There was movement in the bed across from hers.. She seems eager to start; her tail whips the air and her knuckles crack. Had I known nothing else of Corbin’s nature, Ida’s fervent need to hammer away at his likeness would be enough to tell me all I needed. And the picture it paints of him is hardly what one would call tasteful. Malicious, more like. Revolting, malevolent, cruel and just plain evil.“Have at it,” I say and she doesn’t need telling twice. She launches a running attack against the figure of her torture, smashing her fist against. I watched as each button was undone, and with each undone, more of her soft skin was revealed. soon the blouse fell away, exposing her bra. It was black, nothing fancy, but still the most attractive thing I had ever seen. That trophy was soon taken by her panties, however, as she then spread her legs and slid off the skirt she had been wearing. It was the same black as the bra, and I shivered at the thought of what lie beneath. I sat motionless in the chair, my bulge still quite visible. She. It didn’t matter that we were on the front porch, essentially exposed to the neighborhood. It didn’t matter that the home she shared with her husband was three doors down. Those thing didn’t exist right now, right here, in the space between chaos and civilization. This was primal, careless, mindless sex.Our bodies had taken over. Without thinking, my body reacted to her rocking hips as they pressed forward to consume my cock, easing backward to release it again. She took my head in both her.