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Francine was still awake when she heard the key turn in the front door, and she was relieved that Heather was home. She always worried when her daughter was out this late.
Her body was so nervous and tense from frustration that she couldn't get to sleep. God, how she wished she was in bed with Martin Fielding and his wonderful cock.
An hour later and still unable to sleep, she decided to go downstairs for a glass of milk.
When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she noticed a light in the den and went to investigate. Looking in, she was dumbfounded to see Heather bent over behind a chair with her elbows braced on the back of it. Her panties and jeans were on the floor, and Randy Draper was drilling his hard cock into her cunt from the rear. Clutching the cheeks of her upturned ass, he fucked his gleaming prick in and out of Heather's cunt slit with a smooth steady rhythm.
Francine stared in complete amazement. She wasn't really shocked to see her daughter indulging in sex because the woman had started fucking at an early age also. Remembering her own sexually active youth, Francine had assumed that her daughter was probably doing the same.
The thing that amazed her was the sleek hardness of Randy's cock and the skill that he was using. It was obvious to Francine that the stud's wet glistening boner was as hard as tempered steel, but it was the rhythm and sureness of his fuck strokes that fascinated her.
Francine could almost feel the pleasure that Heather was experiencing as Randy's cock swooped in and out of her daughter's pussy. It was one of the most erotic sights that Francine had ever witnessed.
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Francine was still awake when she heard the key turn in the front door, and she was relieved that Heather was home. She always worried when her daughter was out this late.
Her body was so nervous and tense from frustration that she couldn't get to sleep. God, how she wished she was in bed with Martin Fielding and his wonderful cock.
An hour later and still unable to sleep, she decided to go downstairs for a glass of milk.
When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she noticed a light in the den and went to investigate. Looking in, she was dumbfounded to see Heather bent over behind a chair with her elbows braced on the back of it. Her panties and jeans were on the floor, and Randy Draper was drilling his hard cock into her cunt from the rear. Clutching the cheeks of her upturned ass, he fucked his gleaming prick in and out of Heather's cunt slit with a smooth steady rhythm.
Francine stared in complete amazement. She wasn't really shocked to see her daughter indulging in sex because the woman had started fucking at an early age also. Remembering her own sexually active youth, Francine had assumed that her daughter was probably doing the same.
The thing that amazed her was the sleek hardness of Randy's cock and the skill that he was using. It was obvious to Francine that the stud's wet glistening boner was as hard as tempered steel, but it was the rhythm and sureness of his fuck strokes that fascinated her.
Francine could almost feel the pleasure that Heather was experiencing as Randy's cock swooped in and out of her daughter's pussy. It was one of the most erotic sights that Francine had ever witnessed.