He raced up to the door with another raging hardon, just like yesterday.And just like yesterday, June Cleaver met him at the door in her starched, pri...m house dress and apron. “Why hello, Bradley. The kids are playing in the Rumpus Room. I’m sure they will be happy to see you. Go right in. Would you like something to drink?”“No thank you, Mrs. Welch”, he said, remembering how it felt to have his huge cock buried to the hilt in her asshole. It seemed so ridiculous to maintain such a facade, but. I hurried to the door and opened it as quickly and silently as possible. Just as I squeezed through, I dropped my robe. "Fuck!" I bent down to retrieve it, but as I was about to grab it there was a knock on Matt's door. "Matt?" My mother's voice was muffled by the door. I left the robe and went into the bathroom, closing the door as quietly behind me as I could. Just as the door was shut, I heard Matt's door being opened. I didn't have enough time to put on the clothes I had in the bathroom. Her shirt was off, and now all I could do was admire her huge breasts, her skin so soft, so tan, so finger licking good. I cupped them, and began to gently massage them in a circular motion, rubbing her thick erect nipples through the fabric. Her body trembled, if this could get her so aroused I figured that motherfucker was a “wam, bam, thank you ma’am” kind of guy, asshole. I caressed the sides of her body, and her belly with the tips of my fingers, sending shivers down her spine. Her eyes. Now her tongue was as active as Maureen’s, her hands started stroking Maur’s back, as she came to accept the rightness of a woman’s tongue arousing her she realized that her little bitty tits were covered, devoured by Maur’s adult ones. Somehow that was comforting to her, like a nesting place a home. Her arms were up and around Maur’s neck, pulling them closer together.Maur, on her part, was shocked at how erotic the young girls activeness, her need for more was turning her on. Over the years.