She stopped in with a plant from her house, that was wilted and sad looking. “Anthony” she called as the bell on his front door jingled. He popped... his head out and almost grinned with the pleasure of her visit. “What can I do for you Maria Theresa, and let me tell you your enough to take a man’s breath away in that dress.” She dimpled and blushed but swirled around to show him all of it. He found it delightful. She asked him about the plant. He promised to take it and see if he could rescue it. It was a powerful, rapturous sensation and she couldn't get enough of it.“Alright” Francis muttered after downing a spoonful of oatmeal and setting his bowl to the side. He reached for his queen and slid her into an offensive position.Jessica waited until he removed his hand from the piece before letting out a mocking laugh. She reached for one of her knights, zig zagged it sideways and took away his most powerful weapon.“Wait... no!”“Haha, too late!”“Whatever! I got yours first.”Jessica. We skipped dessert; Susan said that would come later. We were barely in the room before her tongue was in my mouth and our bodies meshed and my cock was already bursting at the seams of my jeans. We were ravenous for one another, and Susan was an animal, lusting for me like a bitch in heat.She tore at my clothes, and started yanking them off piece by piece, and in between savage kisses she spat out a passionate monologue of dirty talk. She told me she’d been thinking about this all week, taking. But the sideshow didn’t last long. In a couple seconds she was back up top, licking and lapping and jacking. She never slowed down.I was pretty active myself. I had my nightie hiked over my ass, and my hand between my legs, exploring that virgin territory for the first time in my life. It was a fucking swamp. I swear, I’d never had the urge to touch myself. A lot of girls my age don’t. But when you catch your Mom being a whore, it seems like the thing to do. I didn’t decide to do it. I didn’t.