What was the matter with him, thinking about his bitch of a mother that way? It was almost as if well, as if he had been captivated and attracted by t...he sight of her nakedness, by the way she was fucking back at his uncle almost as if he, Tony, wanted to have been in Uncle Ken's place on the couch last nightStop it, damn it, stop that kind of thinking! he cursed himself. Oh God, he was so confused today, so mixed up, he just didn't know what to do. One thing was certain: he couldn't stay in. Clairy squirmed a little but Victor held firm. When I was out once again I made eyes with Victor who nodded. I took more cards.
Victor moved his hand up to where Clairy’s pussy was bouncing on his knee and moved the suit out of the way. Clairy struggled and tried to get off his lap but I smiled at her. “It’s ok sweetheart. We like Victor. He won’t hurt you."
Victor had her suit off to the side of her pussy now and slowly massaged her clit while bouncing her. She leaned back into him and. “Thank you ladies, thank you all. I think how I feel, how I really feel, is that I love Laura and I know she loves me. That sustains me through some very hard times.” “Yes, you love her and she loves you all the while she is in the arms of her lover. Do you have any doubt that she will spend tonight making love with him?” “None, no doubt at all.” “Say his name, their names; tell us what will happen when they are through taking pictures. Tell us directly.” “My wife Laura is posing nude for her. He slid his robe from his shoulders and sat naked on the chair, milking the pre-cum from his cock as he stroked slowly but firmly. Unfortunately he reached the end of the story before he was ready for release, and clicked on another, only to quickly find it was nowhere near as well written. His cock was losing interest when he found another story which provided a graphic mental picture of an attractive divorcee and her teenage daughter, who mercilessly teased their voyeuristic neighbor by.