"Please take this bread, also; I will return after evening vespers with more if ma-ma allows." She crept away, leaving his small chamber.Dreams came, ...throngs of upthrust faces, voices strident and hoarse with shouted cheers and praises, the tumult rising and blending into a cacophony of surging sound, beating, throbbing, flooding in a deluge, a vocal avalanche inundating him and those who stood with him upon the small shelf high above the sea of humanity. The torrent crashed again and again. .. Mommy is going to cum soon are you almost there? Look at my nipple it's so hard from thinking how much you want to fuck me!I want us to cum together sweetheart. Mother and son cumming at the same time, just like the last time you saw me fucking" Mom I'm gona cum! Let me spray it on your tits please, I wana cum on you mommy..."He points his dick towards his own mothers face and chest as he prepares to blast his semen all over her. Michelle looking at where Paul is aiming his dick, takes her. Those moments when she lay back on the bed with legs apart watching the man undress. Most times they were so eager in getting their pants off that they nearly fell over. There was never any need for them to rush. She was there ready with legs apart; they were going to have sex with her. But often they were in a rush in the belief that she might just change her mind. She wondered what was going through the minds of those around her. She wished that she could see their faces; see the lust in. He unbuttoned his shirt and peeled off his undershirt as he stared at himself in the mirror, questioning if he should shave before she came home. Heather loved his dimples, which were now hidden by his beard. He stepped into the shower and lathered up with her soap. It smelled like lavender and vanilla, so feminine and so intoxicating, so much like Heather. His hands roamed all over his body as he washed the places her tongue would linger. Afterwards, he dried off and dressed in an undershirt.