Silver Vixens: Britain’s Most Daring Grandmothers

Her body collapsed down onto Sam’s, still clasping his shoulders as she panted, shuddering and spent. XXX Godamn! “It’s in the mail, dude, just like every year.”
Sam laughed. Sam gasped when his brother entered her because he felt her clench and tighten around him as she glided up his shaft. They both froze. The fact that Dean was right there didn’t matter anymore; in fact, he realized, it actually added to the thrill and Sam was finding the whole kinkiness of the situation extremely erotic. Dean looked up again and this time caught Sam’s questioning, no begging, eyes in the mirror. It was more that because she was the one and because this was Sammy, it just didn’t feel like a betrayal.