I give a loud grunt as he hit my insides, just about biting my son’s cock off. I could hear John grunting with every thrust “I’m going to fuck... you hard for teasing us in the car,” he saidThe picnic table was ideal height for fucking furiously as his hands held on to my buttocks and we slapped together. I hope he remembers to pull out I thought to myself as strings of cum would be hard to explain to my husband, leaking from my fanny. Just then, Nick my son pulled out from my mouth then I felt. ” Then I put my arm around her waist and headed her toward my car. On the way home she fell asleep and started snoring. I had to carry her into the house. She did not wake up when I undressed her and washed her up. I put one of my old T-shirts on her and put in my guest bedroom for the night.I was up early. I had the coffee done and the bacon was done too. I was just waiting for her to wake up before pushing the toaster down and starting the eggs. All I needed to know was how she liked them.She. I love how they feel and it always turns me on when I put them on. Next, I pulled out my black bra and after I put it on, I stuffed some stockings into the cups.My wife went into the bathroom and came back with some “Opium” perfume. She sprayed some on my bare stomach and then like I liked to do, she sprayed some on my panties. Then she did a spray around my bra and repeated my stomach and panties.“WOW.” I said. “I love the smell of that perfume.”She gave me her eyeliner and told me to put. For the whole summer. I was barely sixteen years old, looking forward to a summer of fun. Little did I know how much I would have.I walked up to the front door, and was about to knock, when it swung open. "Hi! I'm Rob Carpenter. I used to live next door."A tall, thin, lissome redhead stood before me. She looked a lot like Edith as I remembered her. "I know who you are, Mr. Carpenter. Please come in." I stepped into the house. The inside, like the outside, was awash with memories. Virtually.