We’re swapping back, and when we do,JAV you’re never touching my wardrobe again.”

“Good luck with that,” he said, stepping back and turning toward the living room. Before walking to the door Mum blew me a kiss and waved, she smiled and disappeared indoors.

I turned the car around and drove home, my thoughts were with Mum. “Excuse me? I’m not ‘strutting’ anywhere, Ken. He gripped her wrists, slamming them down beside her head, and leaned in, his lips brushing hers as he growled, “My turn.” Her cock pressed against his inner thigh, hot and insistent, and he shifted, teasing her tip against his entrance, letting her feel his wetness but not giving in yet.

“Ken–” she started, her voice shaky in his register, but he silenced her with a hard kiss, his tongue claiming her mouth, his biceps bulging as he held her down.