Roxanne turned around, slipped her tits back into her bra and straightened her skirt. They kissed. Perhaps it wouldn't end badly. “I wanted that,”...smiled Roxanne, taking Bumfelt by the hand as he struggled to pull up his pants. “We're going to shower and then you're going to fuck me again.” “I am,” gasped Bumfelt. “All night long, baby,” smiled Roxanne. “All night long.”Darling slipped a hand over her vulva and gently parted her outer lips. Spreading them open with her manicured fingers. She. He sat down heavily on a tree trunk, hoping that his head would clear sufficiently for him to make it back to the colonial style house.As the eldest son of the Plantation owners, he was treated with a deference and respect above his young age. At twenty-one, he had seen and experienced rather more than the average young man in the 1760’s. To his credit, around half a dozen children could be blamed on him directly. Possibly twice that number might be carrying his genes, but these were. It reeks of hot pussy in here, and all I want is your hard cock. I’m sitting at my desk imagining seeing you come in my warehouse. Its lunch time and fairly quiet, all my couriers have come and gone.I catch your eye through my big picture window, and feel a flash of heat in my crotch, my panties are already soaked at the sight of you.. You come into my office and stand behind my chair, and someone walks by. You stand still as they pass looking over my shoulder at my computer, like a client. "I remembered thinking, 'Wow, I'm actually fucking Mom!' But as soon as I started stroking, you know, pushing in and out, trying to really fuck her? Well, that's when she woke up! She pushed me off her and sat up and seemed really mad! She told me to get out of there, to get back to my bedroom, and to never try that again! That she was my mother and I was her son, and sons weren't supposed to have sex with their mothers! It was pretty obvious, I guess, what I'd been doing, because she.