He thrust the rest of the way into my jam-jar, to the hilt, root to clit, balls to bottom, tip nudging womb; a deep, hard, tight, hot, throbbing, hairy, animal, happy connection. Milf sex Just then I heard Douglas come in. Why not? God he did remind me of my first sweetheart of long ago. So I was madder than hell. Well at least I could show him mine, since he was showing me his. He was going to shack up with some bar-bimbo he picked up and bedded on the expense of the company account. “Boy, have I got good news!” the youth couldn’t contain himself. Yes he was my husband’s brother, and his brother wasn’t home to know what was going on. To be like a kid again, making out on the couch, with no one else but only us. I asked the downcast kid, “What other subject did you get the A in, Douglas honey?”
“In Biology, sister-in-law.”
“And what were you learning about in Biology?”
“This month we studied Reproduction and little of sex education!”
“Well!
