She jumped up but sighed in relief after a good look at her stalker—a statue of a muscle bound man with his arms fixed in a body building pose. Besi...de it was a placard reading, "City Arts Society Presents: Bodies in Motion, Sculptures by Alesandro."Intrigued, Jess walked over to make a closer inspection. The figure was exceedingly life like, a mountain of muscles, a bathing suit sparing him from being nearly entirely nude. It was s real to life, Jess had to confirm with her touch that it was a. She grabs my pants and undoes them and slides them down, slowly, releasing my throbbing cock from the restraints on my tight jeans. Still kissing eachother, she very lightly slides her hand up and down my 8 inch cock, over top my boxer briefs. I moan with excitement, feeling her soft hands on me. I grab her yoga lants at the waistline, and start sliding them down. She lifts herself up off the counter as i slide both the yoga pants and her thong off, never breaking our lip lock. I lean down and. I watched her arse giggle a little in her loosely fitted skirt and slowly began walking into the kitchen, she still hadn’t notice I was in the kitchen with her and it made me even more excited. She had a knife in her hand and it pinched me with a little fear, I then smirked, she didn’t have the heart to stab her own son if he even raped her. I gave my most charming smile and said making her notice me with a nervous yet surprised gasp“I’ll cut that for you mum!” she looked at me nervously and. “That was fucking gorgeous,” she said. “Claire’s a lucky cunt to get that. Do you fuck often?”“Three times a week,” I said.“What’s she like?”We cuddled on the sofa and she questioned me in detail about how my wife fucked and what she felt like and tasted like.“Look,” I said. “She’s out of it. Come up and you can play with her cunt.”She looked shocked and excited. I took her by the hand and led her up the stairs. We pushed the door open and I called out to Claire. There was no answer. We.