As I am writing this my pussy is soaking wet,..... so I'll go into a little more detail on what happened the last time..... my husband said I would fi...nd going with a stranger to be some of the best sex I had ever had, and he wasn't wrong. The vivid memory of my first passionate kiss as I sat next to him in the back of his car, the feel of his hands on my breasts, it took a little nerve for me to start feeling his cock through his jeans but as soon as my tongue was in his mouth and my hand was. . ohh Timmie... I'm so sorry..."... my sobbing went on as a new torrent of tears flooded my face.He pressed me close to him, finally I let go, I needed a shoulder to cry on... and it was here for me... "... I'll never hate you mom... I could never do such a thing..."Then I was in his arms, and he in mine. Mother and son consoling eachother.I had calmed myself. We were still in Tim's bed, his arm still around my shoulders, pressing me against him. I still had my head on his shoulder, but when. ” I set the phone down, returned to my work and watched the hours pass slowly. I was completely distracted by her and simply couldn’t get her off of my mind. Not that I had any desire to do so, you understand. My mind kept bringing me back to the last time we touched, the last time we kissed and the last time we made love. The smell and taste of her surrounded me and when I closed my eyes I could feel her warm skin against mine. You could say she consumed me but that would understate the. It is sticky and lubricated with your lovejuice and I cannot prevent you from pushing the vibrator slowly into me until it will go no further and you switch it off, ending the weird feelings it was causing. The back of the black silk panties just holds it in place. You ask, knowingly, how much I like wearing your bra and panties, occasionally wriggling the vibrator inside me or pulling my bra to one side so you can bite firmly on my nipples. Minutes later your hands and lips leave me and, with.