Fiona was hyper into her sexuality, and he got the impression anything he did to her would make her feel good, as long as he held her down when he did... it. Second thing, was how she gasped. A lick of his tongue drew a sharp inhale from her, that turned into a long groan as he rested his tongue against her clit, no longer moving it as she continued to climax. She liked being pushed a little further than his reading suggested.It was like solving a puzzle, a beautiful, writhing puzzle.He lifted his. He'd used his ankles to spread us both wide during the intercourse, nesting his tight sac against my own, the sensation of testicle contact stimulating both of us even more.Up 'till then, I had never known anything but masturbation, and this feeling of shared male contact was driving me crazy. The steady sensuous glide of his cock against mine, jabbing my tip with his on the upstroke stimulated me more than I had ever dreamed. I remember sort of being afraid, but not wanting it to stop.Just. Why is my mother making loaded statements like that when we’re not alone?When she’d started moving her foot in my lap, I’d decided to pretend that nothing was happening. But I saw an unusual strange grin on her face as she sipped more wine. I caressed her naked foot and my cock throbbed against her heel as I watched Katie slowly rubbing her foot over Dan’s trouser lump. He then copied me, stroking his mother’s foot, until she bent forward, placed her wine glass on the coffee table, leaned back. With that sort of inspiration, i stepped my kitchen game up a few notches, and along with the wine, she was butterscotch flavored putty in my hands. well...more like i was putty in her hands, then in her mouth. have i mentioned before that she gives amazing head? and swallows every drop. her lips are like clouds they're so soft, and her ass was that perfect balance of tightness and softness. and then her dd's, what 40-something woman has perky tits? hers were firm and her nipples looked like.