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As time passed, I tried to keep her out of my mind but we lived close to my wife’s family and would see them often. She looked at me and said we should not be doing this, this is wrong, you married my daughter! My fantasy has finally come true. A year later I finally got brave enough to make my move. I began to kiss her neck and folding her breast. I grabbed her leg, moving up in the corner seat of the shower, I told her to take my cock and guide it in herself. It wasn’t until my wedding day that I started imagining myself with my mom to be. Her name is Jen, she is 53, 5’9 and 140 pounds. As the water came running down her chest and her
pubic hair was beginning to get wet. Jen just looked at me and smiled.
