I grinned as I leaned closer and let my hand slid up her leg until it was resting a fraction of an inch from her crotch. “Fuck is the word Clare.” I said,”You want us to fuck. Say it. It doesn’t taste bad and you’ll be surprised how good it feels to say it. Come on...say it...” Long Legs I felt her leg start to tremble under my hand and I thought I might have gone to far, but a second later she said in a quavering whisper,”I...I...want to fuck.” “You know,” I said as I let my hand travel up under her tight t-shirt,” that I spent many nights jacking off thinking about fucking you.” My hand cupped her bra encased breast and I used my fingers to gently squeeze her nipple through her bra. I pulled my hand out from under her t-shirt, stood, took her hand and lead her to the bed. She was starting at the floor so I took her chin in my hand and pulled her face up so her eyes met mine. “Look at me.” I said,”I want to look into those beautiful eyes as I undress you.” Like a magnet her eyes fastened to mine as I began to undress her. I pulled foot fetish her t-shirt up and off, tossing it to the feet floor. Next I pulled her close and unfastened her bra, then slowly pulled it off her shoulders. I didn’t look at her breasts, but kept my eyes glued to hers as I reached down, unsnapped and unzipped her shorts and let them fall to the floor. Lastly I hooked my fingers into the band of her panties and slowly pulled them down, over her hips, down her smooth legs to join her shorts bunched around her ankles. I kept my eyes locked to her’s as I opened my robe and let it fall to the floor. I reached out and slowly pulled her to me, until our naked bodies were pressed tight together. “Now,”I whispered,”for something I’ve wanted to do for a long Brunette time.” My lips found hers and I kissed her, gently at first, then more and more pornstar hungrily. I grabbed both her round ass cheeks and picked her up, my mouth still ravishing her’s. I turned and broke the kiss as I set her gently onto the bed. My wife was wearing a bright Brunette pink tank top that contrasted sharply with her heathered-gray yoga pants. I knew it would hurt, a little. My dick throbbed in her silky embrace. __________________ “Oh lord! That was undoubtedly the best 30 seconds of my life and my mother was the cause. It became a competitive duel between mother Long Legs and daughter to out-perform one pornstar another. He was the most powerful noble by foot fetish far, but he expertly underplayed his hand, never sticking his neck out far enough for me to chop it off. His cock slid between the cheeks of my rump. My cock easily slips into you sopping wet pussy. “Agreed.” She said smiling. Walking down his street pushing a cart probably wasn’t the oddest or worst transgression on his block. Everything happens quickly. I’m sorry we’re so late, Lucille…Matt.” I hugged her and told her it was no big feet deal. "Oh," said Ash simply, slumping back over, clearly content with the answer.