"I mean anything! Now get out of here." Smiling Tim left the room and raced down the hall. Jill grabbed the sheets and retreated to the bathroom and the shower. Before she closed the door she remembered to squirt two or three shots of air freshener into the room. In the bathroom she jammed the sheets into the clothes hamper and turned on the shower. She was shaking with nervous excitement by the time she stepped into the warm stream spraying from the showerhead. She soaped quickly, flushing away all surface traces of their love making, but between her legs her p***y fluttered and her ass twitched. God she wished he'd had time to shove his hard c**k into her hungry p***y. She had passed the point of letting her son f**k her…she was ready to demand that he bury his hot p***s in her needy cha
