‘If he proposed—and I don’t think he will—but if he did, I can’t say I’d say no.’ Patti laughed. ‘I didn’t think so.’ She pulled u...p to a red light and tapped her fingernail on the steering wheel. ‘Have you ever told him about it?’ ‘No.’ ‘Don’t you think you should?’ ‘I don’t know. Why drag it up? And what if . . . what if he feels differently after he knows?’ ‘That’d be tough. But it’s kind of a heavy secret not to tell. And he could find out from someone else, or on his own, which would be. Without speaking a word, I started pulling off her clothes, she did not help, she even resisted some but obviously was quite turned on as I exposed her bare flesh. My actions grew rougher as I shoved her onto the bed and yanked her flannel pants off her legs. Still, no words from her, only excited OHH!s and Ahh!s. I tore her bra off and buried my face in her fleshy globes, then I stood over her and slapped my leaking member on her face, occasionally burying it into her mouth. Mom was. So as I showered, I began looking for something to assist my own fun. I began looking for an impromptu toy. There were no good options at first; a shampoo bottle with an uninviting shaped cap, some soap, a few towels, not even so much as brush with a nice ribbed handle. She had no vibrator either, of course.Then I spotted it. She had a plastic razor, the kind with the little ring of soap around the blade, and the soft rubber shell around it all. I grabbed it and began rubbing the tip of the. She tilted her face back and looped an arm over my neck. I kissed her, licked her armpit, and sucked her breast. She moaned, writhing her buttocks on my lap. “God I love your cock in my vagina,” she whimpered. “And I love your cunt on my prick,” I smiled, licking her nipple. I squeezed and fondled her swollen breasts. Sonia whimpered, writhing in pleasure on my lap, and kissed me hungrily, thrusting her tongue into my mouth. My penis throbbed in her slit. Groaning, she arched her head and,.