Hot Blog: RECTAL ROOTER RECTALROOTER.COM was still wet from touching it, as it was when Ron rang the doorbell. And, sitting on the sofa with such a nice young man, especially one so handsome, I began to feel the heat again. My nipples under my robe were becoming hard and I could feel my juices begin to trickle down into the crack of my ass. In no time I wanted Ron and I didn't care if I was married and I certainly didn't care if he had dated my daughter. It took less then ten seconds to rationalize what I was about to do: my husband apparently had no interest in fucking me and my daughter could care less about this young man.
My only problem was Ron. Would he welcome an older woman? I mean, it wasn't like I was some horrid looking old bag: at forty-five, I still looked pretty nice, and I'm just an older version of my daughter, except I'm not as slender as she is. My breasts are bigger, not quite as firm as Heather's and my ass is a little larger. But I take care of myself, keep active, eat the right foods and I know that men find me attractive. But, I was afraid that the young man might feel he was betraying Heather and I couldn't tell him that he was probably the furthest thing from my daughter's mind. I couldn't tell him what kind of woman my daughter really is
