Rub my pucker while I fuck your nasty mother cunt. I love feeling my own goddamn mother's fingers on my shit hole." Well then you're gonna love this, ...baby, " Jennifer groaned as she stuck her middle and index finger in her mouth to wet them with her spit, and then pushed them into her son's narrow butt hole."OH FUCK", Mark cried out as he felt his mother's fingers sink into his backdoor, with her cunt simultaneously squeezing tightly around his dick."Do you like that, baby? Hmmmm? Do you like. ’ I shouted. ‘Don’t shout at me. I didn’t do anything wrong.’ Anger was in my voice, disgust was in my mood, my arms were tense, my stomach tight. I interlocked my fingers, placed them on my head and turned to walk out of the room. With two steps I was at the door, but stopped in mid stride. There were three tiny pairs of eyes watching us. Jeff was crawling towards a plastic toy, his head was turned looking. Little Jim still had the book in his lap but his mouth was open and his eyes wide. Jane. "Right, let's go back to mine for an afternoon drink!" said Mrs Jones happily as we climbed back in the car, and a minute later we were on our way home.As i sat in the back with the bags, and Mrs Jones drove with Polly next to her, they chatted about a future plans as i sat feeling a little frustrated and bored, then Mrs jones looked up at me in the rear view mirror and smiled "Hey Robbie, you alright back there?" she asked"Yeah, i'm fine" i replied still sulking."Well, if your bored, why don't. And holds the heavily carved wooden door open so that they can watch her retreat on bare feet.Randy doesn't wear any clothes, why should she feel obliged to wear shoes?A display of independence and nonchalance that is not lost on the men."Like ta take her down, Cranston," Buck says, when she is out of earshot, climbing the great marble staircase."Like to roll her over, luck her in the ass with no Vaseline."Like to—" Easy, Randy. Tonight."We're all set for tonight." So Eric assures me."And he.