" Patty trembled in spite of herself, remembering the furious pussy-poundings Walter had delivered last night. Again, she had failed to suppress her ...need to fuck her son. "Was his cock stiff immediately or did he have to spend time with you first?" Margret asked."Immediately." Patty said. "He's seems hard all the time." I have to ask a delicate question now." Margaret folded her notebook and dropped it on the floor. "You've told me so far that Walter has made sexual advances on you. I. I felt special. After that I was always passive. That feeling will never forget and I always enjoy it and worship when fucking me.Years passed, I enjoyed sex, I enjoyed being fucked. I changed partners until I came across the one that best suits me all. We had a phenomenal sex and in different places and we simply responded to everything. Everything we imagined had and filled them and his and my fantasies of everything simple. Then we got rid of some of the things that life brings to life. But. Taking an edge of each tape 'x', she got a grip and slowly, excruciatingly pulled both of them off at once, biting her lip and arching her shoulders. Discarding the tape, she was worked into a frenzy, breathing so hard it came out in audible whimpers. Her fingers continued their journey, down her aching stomach and across her pelvis. Her thighs shivered as her fingertips traced down the remaining strip of tape until they reached the end by her anus. Each hand pulled up a corner and got a firm. I was surprised that she would open the door with that attire. I asked her if she knew that I would be coming, and she replied with a simple no.“What if it was some other man at the door auntie? How can you open the door in that attire?” I asked. “I was actually waiting for a certain someone,” she said with a straight face. I was shocked. I thought I was the only one who she cared for other than her husband.But I should have guessed that no woman gets this good at pleasing men just from having.