Chapter 122 Fucking Girlfriend's Mother Four

• That was embarrassing. At least he wasn't masturbating or something. He pressed pause and put the remaining ice cream back in our mini freezer. He picked up some dirty jeans off the floor and slipped them on. Not bothering with socks or shoes he headed up the stairs. The setting sun did little to illuminate the upstairs. And the only other light on was in the kitchen. So that's where he headed. He turned the corner to see Mrs Orton standing in the center of the kitchen. His dick gave a twitch in his pants and if it hadn't been attached his jaw literally would have hit the floor.
• Her hair done up in a loose bun. Pearl earrings in her ears. She was wearing a little black dress. He had never seen it before. It was sleeveless, with straps over the shoulders. The neckline was so low and the dress so tight that her massive breasts were spilling out. Like they were begging to be released. A pearl necklace wrapped twice around her neck, like a choker, with the excess trailing down into her cleavage. The dress hugged her waist and ended well above her knees. His eyes traveled down her smooth legs to her manicured feet, which wore high black heels.
• "Do you have a date tonight with Rich?" he asked.