She swung her leg over his body, her hands on either side of his chest as she positioned herself, her dripping cunt poised just above his pulsing cock...head. She reached down between her legs with one hand, steering the hot crown between her slippery pussylips, rubbing it all around those slick labial gates. The broad head was hot as a branding iron and, as she felt the intense heat flow from her son’s body into hers, she sat down slightly. She could feel her slippery petals of flesh stretching. I then motioned for us to sit down; she sat on the three piece sofa while I sat in the armchair. Only now coming to question her intent on actually being here. We had never been close as such, hell, I didn’t even know she existed till about four years previous when we were introduced at a family function. We had only really began to talk after both going on a college trip the previous year to Paris, so why was she sat in my living room, interrupting my porn session upstairs? “The fuck you doing. They started dancing again, but this time were far more liberal with their roaming hands. They would slide their hands around each other's ass more often, occasionally slipping them around the sides to approach the other's pussy. Each time Michelle's hand got closer and closer to the delta between Susan's legs, she felt the heat increase. She knew her own pussy was pulsing and was incredibly wet. She hadn't wanted someone else so much in a long time.The rest of the night in the club was. As they lay huffing and puffing from the exertion, he whispered into her ear, "I wonder if you’d be agreeable to have another couple play with you. She's really hot. Not quite as tall as you and her breasts are smaller. He’s good- looking maybe thirty-six or so, definitely under forty and well hung."“Have you sucked his cock? How’s he taste?” Annie asked, irked that he would try to pawn her off on some strangers.He answered honestly. “I haven’t, so I wouldn’t know . . . unless, well I’ve eaten.