Ke kept rocking back and forth that little distance. I wanted to feel that big dick fill me up, but all I got was his head at my entrance. “Ohhh,”... I gasped. Then he started to fill me. He went in very slowly, about an inch and stopped, again pumping his hips the tiniest bit. Almost immediately, he went back to the entrance. He kept doing this, sliding deeper into me, sometimes an inch, sometimes two or three, rocking back and forth, then back to the entrance and just his tip. It did the same. She was very beautiful standing there in just her bra and panties like that. I had seen my mother like that only once and just for a brief moment but I don’t remember mom looking that good and mom is only thirty-five years old.After Brandi and I had feasted our eyes on Jessica’s semi-naked body for a while she said, “Okay you two, this is as far as I go for now. However I would like to see you both get naked, if you wouldn’t mind.”Brandi stood up between Jessica and I and pulled her tube top. Taking a deep breath, I went to raise my fist to knock. John had heard the elevator ding, and opened the door before I could knock.Welcoming me into his apartment, he offered a drink and I quickly accepted. We sat on the couch talking about the night's events. I came to New York for a getaway, to help my husband cope with the events that haunted him, the marriage I was trying to save over. John sat speechless, offering his comforting arms. John had always been a great friend, he's stood by my. And it would have been enough just to rest my hand there. She was kind and knew what this moment meant to me, her fingers at the buckle of my belt, the determined delve of her hand to release my cock. She took it in her palm while I continued to caress her. My fingers traced the seam of her tights, a single line cutting tight against her panties. The nearly moist warmth of her crotch thrilled me even more than her hand on my cock.I followed the seam of her tights and moved my hand up and over.