"Take it off."I started to turn to get up and find a washroom when her hand tightened on my thigh. I looked into those cold green eyes as she said, "N...o. Here." You want me to take my shirt off here? I'm not saying no, I'm asking for clarification." Well played. No, slip your bra off through your shirt sleeves. Surely you've done that before."I nodded, and said "Can you undo it if I turn around?" Sure, spin around."She deftly unhooked my bra though my shirt, and I proceeded to work the straps. ? He smiled and took her hand in his.?I?m sure that this will all blow over in no time at all.??Do you think so?? Her hand tingled. It was such a nice feeling thatshe didn?t want to pull it away.The boy stepped in even closer and cupped her chin in his other hand.?I certainly hope so. I don't understand why they are having such ahard time seeing this from your point of view.? He raised her headgently so that their eyes met. After a moment's hesitation, he leanedin and kissed her.Arnie. His jaw dropped as he moved his head up and down, tracing the outline of his mother's body. His friends had always k**ded him about her. "What a fox!" they used to say. Now he realized just how true those words were! She was dressed exactly like Mrs. Holmes and she strutted toward him, stopping only briefly to lash out at her husband's cock with a crop. "Would you like to see me smoke, Stephen?" she offered, brushing her hand lightly against his throbbing member. "Yes, Mom, yes!" he replied. . . . “And with that you are gone, out the still open door, pulling at your jeans as you stumble through the room.As I lay over the corner of the bed with my legs splayed, cum drooling out of my battered fanny and my chin still glistening with Kevin’s massive deposit, my fucker flops down beside my head, his semi hard cock still slightly drooling its essences towards my sweat covered body.“One fucking tight little arsehole you got there,” he growls. “Anyone ever been up it?” he spits.I nod.