She put her clothes on the passenger seat, jammed her cellphone into her pocket, and headed for the front door.As she stepped onto the porch she was o...vercome with nerves. This was bold even for her. She still wasn't fully comfortable with the role of seductress, especially in this capacity. Never mind. She rang the doorbell and waited. Soon she heard a shuffling behind the door, and as she heard the locks moving and knob turning, she unzipped her coat. As the door cracked, she placed her. Her love for him is complete. Logan begins to thrust in and out very slowly, savoring every moment, every sensation. Carley’s breasts are swollen with lust for him, and he puts her right nipple in his talented mouth. He twirls his tongue around it, intensifying the sensations. His tempo quickens, as does her pulse. She can feel him getting harder. He begins to thrust harder and harder. A glorious climax is near. She gets wetter by the minute. ‘Oh, Carley, I love you.’ he pants into her ear. ‘I. Anyway, I was luckier than Tommy, (well she was my mum,) and any evening when dad was in the shed and she was in the mood, always on a weekday (and which could be perhaps twice or more in a week) I got lucky! Weekday, you ask, well yes, my dad always got there on a Saturday night and on Sundays we tended to sit in our front room as a family watching telly on our new television, the only one in our street at that time, us having a family evening together, it was the way we were in the middle. She was hot, excited, andwas tenting the front of her skirt, but she didn't care. She stoodup and the tight material of her skirt poked out obscenely, revealingto him her heightened state of arousal. And if he didn't notice hererect clit, then he surely would have seen the wet spot that soakedthrough her panties, proving to the world what a cock-hungry slut shewas. "You *are* enjoying this," he said, stroking a little life back intohis cock. She took a few steps back and forth, turning her.