Surely, they could not, Mandy was certain. Porn sex . . Mandy knew she had better come clean about Jack’s and her dirty laundry, before her husband got the wrong impression about his wife and son. Understand?”
“Uh-Huh, right . Their door swung open, and a naked Jack was standing there, his hand on his dick, shooting a long rope of white goo like a streamer. With a loud cry of, “OH! You need to pace the male, like a race horse, if you want to be the filly he is providing stud service to! With a crossover from Hubby’s fantasy to her own, now she was really imagining it was Jack thrusting his penis inside her vagina, and she loving the excitement of fucking her very own son. But she suspected things would not be so uncomplicated. They stayed like that for several minutes. . She felt him hunker up behind her, and take hold of the well shaped hips, and spread her buns a bit. Perhaps that was for the best, as she didn’t want to get sore, Mandy ruminated. “You and Jack have a secret?” Harry probed. I can’t help myself, especially after our little talk the other night. There was sonny, naked, holding his toe, which he had obviously stubbed against the door and sporting a wicked woodie.
