‘Unless Elizabeth got sensible with a razor this morning. I was rather hoping she would at least ask my advice on the matter, as I know men, and -�...� ‘You know men, but you don’t know Jonathan!’ I hissed at her under my breath, not wanting the general public to hear. There were, after all, many people present who did not know Elizabeth so intimately as Irene and I did. Even in our liberated times, some topics were still inappropriate for a wedding in the garden, and the way Elizabeth let her own. I responded affirmatively, but mentally chastised myself after he left. What the hell was I thinking? On the other hand, I was intrigued by how time and location could alter behaviour. Morgan had appeared to be in awe of me, and all my former fears evaporated by the time he left.At seven p.m. two days later, he phoned me. Morgan had just eaten a takeaway, and asked if he could pop in for a visit with a few beers. Having eaten my own supper, I answered that it wouldn’t be a problem. He arrived. I then pulled out and swung her around, facing me, all in one motion. My huge, hard cock was covered in her creamy shit and ready to explode again. She knew immediately what to do and wanted it as much as I did. Cornelia grabbed my ass and pulled me toward her. My cock slid into her open, hungry mouth. She kept her tongue extended outward, so my manhood could slide unobstructed down her tight throat hole. I held my orgasm as long as I could to enjoy the sensation of being deep in Cornelia's. Antonio's eyes closed as she lathered his tan skin until it shined. Her hands slid down his shoulders and over his toned arms. She ran her fingers over his chest and back up to his neck. He leaned back and her breasts pressed against him. Her blouse soaked up some of the oil. I moved slowly to another window to get a better view. Antonio's mom continued to massage her boy. It seemed she was purposely pressing her breasts against his shoulders and head. Her blouse was soon completely covered in.