She smiled then took over stroking his cock. His hand smoothed the skin of her thigh and she didn’t object to his fingers creeping closer and closer.... She spread her legs wider and watched several of his fingers enter her wet pussy.Wendy began to moan, lightly thrusting to meet his probing digits. She had to control the pressure of her left hand as she stroked his cock. “Please, Jake,” she spoke softly.“Tell me what you want, Mom.”“I need you to eat my pussy!”“Yes! Yes, I want to see you eat. As she had her next orgasm, I slid a finger in her arse, she jumped, but kept coming, so I eased it in further, she said nothing, as her orgasm flowed I pushed more and more fingers in her butt. When I got all four fingers in her, I told Jan, her ass looked really hot and ready for my cock, Jan looked back at me, I smiled and said “ you never know, you might like it” and pulled my cock from her pussy and stuck the tip into her open hole. To my surprise Jan held firm, as my cock slowly went in. But I guess it was worth a try. With everything moving there was no way to get a hold of her skin until the moment I had been waiting for arrived: Jenny took a break. I latched on to her skin, just to the right of the cleavage and sucked as hard as possible. Any harder and blood would have been drawn."Hey! What are you... !" Jenny sounded a little angry as she yanked my head away. Somehow I had this terrible feeling that she just *might* have made it worse by doing that, but I wasn't really. It really wouldn’t be that humiliating at all. People may have a zillion thoughts in a day, and most of these thoughts are forgettable if not downright absurd—so why be a slave to what other people thought? What people thought certainly didn’t make them what they were. What he thought may happen at the party if he didn’t act perfectly no longer held sway either. Why become a slave to the fear that awaits around the corner if only to end up being trapped by always thinking about what may come.