The coastis clear his Father is gone, and his Mother is on the prowl. What began in Chicago while sharing a room developed itself and well. A secret l...ives and hidden well, yet equally craved, I must admit. Years ago I taunted his eyes, a step few Mothers would take. I used my attireto form the words I lacked the courage to speak. His lust was clear he crossed that line, his wandering eyes werethere. Step by step I seduced his mind, while feeding my own as well. When his Father is gone and heis. Yet, as every woman ever born instinctively knows, Debbie and Fanny had to kiss, realising that the point of an MFF is, under the gaze of the male who created it, tongues swirling and swapping his delicious cum.“Is there anything else you would like, baby?” Fanny asked.“A Jamison’s, before dad picks me up,” Debbie responded, wondering why she had ever signed those stupid pledges.The fiery liquid caused her to sputter, the contrast with how easily the cock-meat had unchained her slutty pussy and. She was like her husband has gone on-site and so he was away. I was starting to feel horny again just by standing next to her. I was getting very restless.The cold air was making her feel cold, and her nipples were getting erect. I was staring at her, and I asked her if I should close the door? She was like, “No, this is really nice.” I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I just moved ahead, saying I have to drink water. I brushed my hands intentionally on her breasts and apologized.She said. He caught me looking at him, and he came over to say hi. I ran away. For six months I refused to speak to him, I was so shy! That night, I had a fantasy about us getting married. As I became more aware, sexually, it focussed on our wedding night. He would carry me over the threshold, and straight up to the bedroom.Laying on my back, still in my wedding dress and shoes, he would start kissing my neck, my ears, my face, but never my mouth. From my neck he would move downwards, a trail of kisses.