“What was all that about?” I asked. She rocked around building me up towards cumming and then back down until finally she let me empty my aching balls as Jodie looked on in stunned silence. “Come on here let me see,” I replied. Her black lacy bra showed her tits plainly through her thin white shirt, her short red miniskirt barely hid her skimpy red panties and she had dificulty keeping her balance on her high heels. Mary was a good mother, good cook, OK in bed but no looker while Jodie was a 10. “There’s plenty to go around,” I replied, “Sit on my cock honey.”
“Hold my hand mommy,” Jodie pleaded, “Please!”
Mary watched transfixed as Jodie lowered her beautiful perfect pouting pussy onto my rearing cock, it was as soft as velvet and warm and wet as anyone could possibly wish. are your mad?” Mary asked. “No, No! “Stand there,” I ordered and Jodie stood before me, “Your Mum can see your knickers,” I explained as I reached under her skirt.
