It was a trick I learned watching one of our many porn flicks and it was a trick that never failed to please him. I sucked harder and faster as I pre...pared myself to taste him. I looked up and saw his eyes were closed, enjoying the pleasures I was giving him. As I continued to move along his shaft, Mark groaned and shot his creamy load into my waiting mouth, filling it with his hot sweetness. I swallowed as it came, still moving my mouth up and down his pulsing cock, but much slower now as he. Then she deftly pulled my camisole over my head and held me to her. We kissed again, hands roaming and I unclipped that bra and there they were, pale in the sparse light and topped with darker nipples. My sandals kicked off, I felt her unzip the waistband of my skirt and it fell at my feet, leaving me naked but for the cool silk knickers, like little shorts with wide legs that I’d bought in a shop in Bangalore. She cupped them, her fingers moving just a little as if enjoying the fabric’s feel.. She also introduced me to her kids, they seemed nice and well-behaved, a blessing in my book. And, Dianne, herself, was pretty nice, petite, about five feet tall, blond hair to her shoulders, nice boobs, not too big, not too small, nice legs under her short skirt. Nice.As she showed me around, I was mostly interested in her, her boobs, legs, ass, nice ass, I must tell you. Two or three times I think she kind of figured I was checking her out and got a little smile, then she would continue. Reaching out for a hair band, she quickly ties her long dark brown hair up into a pony. Walking naked to the kitchen, she quickly starts the percolator. The aroma of coffee filling the kitchen is enough to lift her spirits. Maybe this day will not be so bad after all, the thought flashes across her mind. She sprints on her toes to the room, the cold tiles reminding her that winter is not far off. She gets in the shower and turns the water on. Feeling the water run down her body, makes her body.