The cold spartan nature of the hotel room didn't help her mood."Damn that miserable bastard!" Joyce cried out as she recalled the reason for her sour ...mood.Yesterday had been a day that should've been one of the happiest of her life - the day her son took a wife. And for the most part, it had been just that. At least until her ex-husband, Robert, had shown up with his own child-bride.The blonde whore, as she liked to think of her, really wasn't a child-bride, she had to admit, but she might as. He smiled knowingly and scooted closer, his naked thigh touching mine. "You know, I saw that your cock that you have hidden with the pillow has grown and is hard", "His hand trailed slowly up and down my leg, and I felt like I was on fire. I pressed the pillow more firmly into my lap."he said, his eyes looking me up and down, an approving look on his face. He gave me a cat like smile and leaned a little closer.His other hand was rubbing my crotch now, and my cock throbbed painfully. I hoped he. I languish my strokes, savouring every ripple, every pulse of your pussy until a sudden flurry of quick strokes make you cry out from the intensity. I bring you back down again slowly, gently, until the tension dissipates in your thighs. I know you like this. I like it, too. I do it to you again and again until you finally cum and convulse on my cock. I’m not done with you, yet. I want to take you from behind. I want to watch my cock disappear into you. I want to watch your pussy lips turn. Again, Peggy is my wifes younger sister that had to stay with us for a few weeks...months. So this last time, I had tied Peggy up, hands and knees foward, and ankles to the back. She was stuck on all fours with her ass in the air. I was slowly torturing her, by fingering her and leaving, I would open the curtains when I knew the mailman was coming so he could see, etc. Then on the last time I opened the curtains and went outside to peek in, not realizing I had locked myself out, and left the.