Sarah put this from her mind and carried on finding her things but caught sight of Carl's reflection in a mirror, staring at her arse as she was bent ...over.She was a little take aback but trying to be funny she stammered "Are you having a good enough look there?!"Carl apologised "Oh I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't be looking but it was so hard not to! Anyway it's a compliment of sorts!" "I suppose its harmless as long as your Wife doesn't catch you!" Sarah giggled."No way, she is at work until. " With a last peck on the lips, Allison got up and let her excited son sitting in the basement with a hard on. Chris was almost going crazy in anticipation, as he lay naked in his bed waiting for his mother to "tuck him in." His penis was already hard and tenting the sheet. He was afraid to touch it for fear that he would climax. When he finally saw the door open he almost sighed with relief. Allison stepped into the room wearing a short purple silk bathrobe. It was tied at the waist, holding. She walked toward me and turned around, hiking up the back of the bathrobe. She reached back, spread her ample ass cheeks, and lowered her asshole directly down on my mouth. ”Lick, motherfucker!” she yelled, and let the robe fall back down over her ass and my head, plunging me into darkness.Although I could tell she had recently bathed, her puckered ass still tasted quite musty, but what really tuned me on was the smell and feel of her wet vagina against my nose. ”My God” I thought, ”she’s. You know, I want you to walk in here looking like you want to get raped. Can you do that, Linda?" I sat up, smiled and said, "Oh, I think I can manage that." I hung up the phone and got up. I saw what I wore the night before on the floor and thought to myself, "You want a cock-hungry whore, Martin, I'll give you a cock-hungry whore."I picked up my red party dress and my stockings. They were both full of cum stains. My little dress was wrinkled and I could still smell the sperm on it. I knew if.