His jizz spurted into my depths as he trembled behind me. Her flowery dress made her look so cute. And thrust. It was so sweet, different from my tart delight. My youngest son groaned as he slammed into my bowels, my pussy juices lubing the way. “Get all the way naked, sweetie,” I told her, licking my lips, eager to see her young boobies. Did you to just…?”
“Yeah, we had sex,” Davie said, not embarrassed thanks to my advice. “Family emergency, huh?”
That fucking skank cheated on my son? More pride surged through me as he went under her tank top, squeezing her budding tit. Cathy wore a loose bathrobe, her breasts almost spilling out of it as she screeched at her hunky son, Bill. She wasn’t just a skank he could fuck. She was a sweet thing, too. Then I fixed breakfast and called down my sons. “You are cute, Davies. She trembled, humping her pussy against my son’s lips as I whispered, “So your last boyfriend didn’t go down on you?”
“He just had me suck him off,” moaned Kimmie. As I headed to go upstairs and get dressed, I smiled at the sight of Ryan carrying the naked Annie in his arms before me.
