"Alan, thanks for waiting. I've made such a spectacle of myself though that I feel I should explain why I'm wearing this. It's not your fault. I knew ...you said that I should dress casual."Alan put his hands up to make a "stop" gesture. "No need. Believe me, I'm not complaining. Fault? I'm loving it!" I know. But I still feel the need to explain. You see, my mother runs a pretty tight ship at home. She has a big say over what clothes I buy and what I can wear. For the first time, since I've. Suckit some more, get it nice and wet, I like the way it sounds when itslaps your cheeks.?I closed my lips around the thing and drooled saliva down Stacey?s?dick?. She pulled it out and slapped it against my cheek with a wetsmacking sound.?That left a mark? I wonder what your creamy ass is going to look likeafter I spank you with my dick??She pulled away and reached down untying me before walking behind me.As she stood behind me I reached back and flipped the back of my gownup onto my. V. there's an end table on both sides of the sofa and matching lamps as well. She wears her half-glasses and read the paper, looks over the tops to watch t.v. then back to reading the paper. Up to now, I had been keeping all Mom's glasses spotless but I started on a new plan. I ran her glasses all over that part of me and they were in no condition to be seen through."Well, George, this is the first time in quite a while that my glasses need cleaning, want to clean them for your Mom?" She hands. She then began rocking back and forth, feeling my dick filling her wet cunt completely. I closed my eyes and enjoyed her wetness wrapped around my hard erection.After a short while, Paula arched her back and came on my dick, moaning and grunting softly. She kept moving on me for some moments after she had her shuddering climax.The sensual divorced girl then stood up and bent over the couch. I moved behind her and grabbed her nice firm hips.“Are you ready for more, babe…?” I whispered.Before she.