. mmmm.... but I've only had 2 guys like that who I saw different times in my life, and for long periods at a time, both platonically. but as good as ...oral can feel if the guy really knows what he's doing and actually does what I ask, and keeps doing it till i cum, I don't always have the patience to try. So really I was just looking for a good pounding. Not very "lady like" terminology, forgive me but that's the raw truth of the matter.After sifting through countless responses I liked the pics. I asked her if she meant it that she was mine to do as I wished…Ana laughed, replying that I had paid for it…My cock hardened again, hearing my wife talking like a hooker.There was a narrow alley in our way; so I pulled Ana there inside.I spun my sensual wife around and made her bend forward over a railing against a wall. the railing. Pulling her hands behind her back I tied them tightly with my red tie. My hands then unbuttoned her blouse, to feel her hardening nipples.I unzipped her tight. Said she didn't know where he was most of the time. I told her I would get home the weekend, and I would see what was up with my lil bro—and we would just do Christmas a few days late.So anyway==back to Christmas eve. I had found a smaller bar not far from the motel. It wasn't exactly a leather bar, per say, but you didn't find many sissy bois there either. It kinda smelled more like a locker room than leather, and was in fact, just pretty damm nasty. But nasty has one advantage when it come to. I then set about trying to set up the gear properly, which was a challenge with all the furniture already in the room. Just as I plugged in the last light I heard my mother calling me. I ran up stairs and Mom asked me to come into her bedroom.She was dressed in a short black, classic 'french-maid' outfit complete with small frilly white cap and apron. Her breasts were popping out of the low cut top and I could not stop staring at them. She smiled and called my attention to her legs. She lifted.