“Well, I….uh…..I…..” I stammered, totally fucked now. I was babbling like an idiot trying to save myself, and once again Stacy spotted my di...scomfort and threw me a lifeline by speaking.“So what’s her name?”“Uh, who?” I answered stupidly, still totally fucked-up.“Your wife, silly. The person we’ve just been talking about.”“Oh…..uh….Heather. It’s Heather.”“Heather, hmm,” she replied, as if the name conveyed pretty much what she was; a boring white-bread girl-next-door. “How tall is she and how. It turns out that I’m not the only one who’s hungry and we both attack our meals with gusto. I can’t help but notice the gentle sway of your breasts when you reach for your food or wine. My cock, which has remained willfully sullen since leaving the shower, lolls twitching against my thigh like a fat, drunken worm. Every so often I catch you glancing at it and I’m rewarded with the sight of your nipples pebbling in response. When you are about finished, I excuse myself and leave the room. As I. ‘My son, be my husband, my master, my lover, I am opening to you cock, push it in. I am dying to give you the fuck of your life. Come on you motherfucker, fuck your mother, your whore. Rekha will be your reward, your gift from mom” Vasu took his cock from Rekha’s mouth and asked their to guide his cock into his mom’s pussy which Rekha obliged willingly. Rekha placed his cockhead at the entrance of his mother’s cunt and urged him to push forward’ Push my young master, push your beautiful cock. In his heart, Jerry felt that he had gotten the better of the night and owed Sarah some"lagniappe" (a Louisiana term for "something extra"). Jerry gently nudged her thigh and she sleepily obliged by responding to his tactile urging. As she rolled onto her back, her curly bush hair captured the sun light and glistened, either with new wetness, or the dried exudates from the night before. Her luscious thighs were slightly parted, framing a perfect love triangle. Jerry leaned over Sarah’s bush and.