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.well...I mean...it's just that.” I stumbled. To my surprise when she lifted her hands to her face it wasn't from shock it was to hide her laughter....She came up to the card table, her eyes dancing and laughed even harder as she picked through the pile of clothes.“My son! He must have dumped the clean laundry out here when he was helping me. He's only six. I suppose he thought everything in the house was for sale!” She laughed some more, looking at me to see if I appreciated the humor. I did. She said gasping for breath. Holyyly fuckkk Im cuming! she screamed and I pounded away at her even harder and made her buck again in pleasure. I pulled my cock out of her dripping pussy and grabbed her waist and she shuffled over to the sink where I put her ass down. I pulled her pants off over one foot and brought the free leg up over my shoulder so I had a great view of her mature pussy. I rammed by cock into it hard and pounded away. Mrs. Gray said no words she just gasped after every. More

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