I notice the veins along the sides and the colour of your mushroom head is a dark purplish shade. I squeeze your shaft slightly when I stroke up and ...I see some fresh pre cum start to flow again from your cock head. With my other hand, I smear some of the fluid around your cock head causing it to glisten. When I take my fingers away from your cock, a trail of pre cum sticks to my finger causing a spider web like thread. I lick the fluid from my finger and keep in my mouth for a few seconds. She had always been fascinated by feminine breasts, had always made a point of taking in the shape and size of the breasts of any women she came into contact with. Secretly she had envied her mother-in-law her fat heavy pendulous breasts and wondered what it would be like to boast such a deep cleavage. At times she had even wondered what it would be like to caress such soft flesh and feel the weight of such heavy mature breasts in her hands. Caressing and massaging her own breasts she sensed. With our heads just above the waterline, we sipped our Sangria, or whatever that tangy tasting wine was. I was feeling the effects nicely.After a while, I was hungry. II suggested a cold-snack meal, with whatever things we could find in the fridge. Jim and I came up with cold cuts, pickles, two kinds of cheese, crackers, cookies, and we had a couple of beers out of the cooler to wash it down. By now, we were going around nude like we were at a nudist colony. Once you get used to being. I wasn’t finished, so I flipped her over and pressed my cock against her bottom and began to rub myself on her. Everything was OK, I was almost there. More grunts and sighs from Sam when I slid my hands under her to hold her breasts. I was right on the edge. One more stroke, perhaps two, no more than three and I’d be at the tipping point. I could feel it getting close.The back door slammed. I heard a gasp, a strangled gulp, and turned my head to look. Mom was standing on the back porch. What.