Martha hadn't been forced to dress like this in public since her husband had died. A rush of pleasant/scary/exciting memories washed over her almost l...ike an orgasm. Dave took his mother's hand and led her back into her own bedroom where he dug her highest heeled shoes from the closet and gave them to her to put on. Oh God, Martha moaned as she sat down and slipped the shoes onto her feet, there's no way I can keep myself covered wearing these.Dave stood his mother in front of the full-length. It was fully erect and he was just as turned on, both by Pam's sexual presence as well as by what was soon going to take place. And he knew as well that she could not tear her eyes off of Lloyd's penis.Jealousy was the last thing he felt, for he wasn't going to be happy until he had seen his friend attempt to sheath his lusty dick right between the tight little lips of Pam Harper's pussy. If it would fit--and certainly not its entire overlarge length-- was something he still couldn't tell. But. My wife never went over to visit her mother unless she knew that her father wasn’t home and then it is just for short visits so that she didn’t run into him.Sandy was just a slightly younger version of my wife. Sandy was eighteen years old and was to graduate from high school soon. My wife was twenty-five years old. They were both about five feet six inches tall and about a hundred and ten pounds. They had brown shoulder length hair, B-cup breasts, and they both love to tease the hell out of me. "He begins to cry out in protest but she rips the tape off the slave's mouth and puts it on his, gagging him as she quickly climbs into his lap, reaching behind her to position him as she sits on his cock, fucking herself in the ass with his swelling rod. He thrashes wildly against the overwhelming sensations, too drained to really fight as she gently rides him, savoring the feeling as his throbbing, aching, spent cock struggles to swell to its full size in her tight wet asshole. She yanks the.