Just leave. I'm begging you. My son will be home any second and he will not take kind to what your doing. mmmmm...I can't have him ..mmmm.see ....mmmm...m..me like this". She spoke trying to find the words to fight, to beg but the fingers spreading her pussy, the pressure of lost sensations of another person other than her own fingers in her pussy was sending her into an erotic bliss of sorts.Inhaling deeply, his mother able to hear the delivery man's deep breaths, knowing he was smelling her. I wanted them for nocturnal activities after the lights went out at home. I hoped that the combination of the nasal excitement from their distinct scent and the traces of the little blue pill would enable me to navigate up my spouse’s seldom addressed entryway whilst she was under the influence of a sleeping pill she took to offset my much maligned snoring problem. Of course, I was not aware of any such problem, but then again, I was asleep at the time and unable to dispute the reported. He fixed the covers and eased them on top of her before getting in next to her. He gently woke her and pulled her onto his chest then she was fast asleep like he didn’t bother her.The sex they just had was great but he didn’t think it was going to be like that, he thought she would stick to what she wanted but apparently not, he was thinking more along the lines of tying her to her bed while he teased and pleasured her, having her beg for more. Maybe she wasn’t ready for that, didn’t matter he. Finally, she reached for her drink and gulped it down.I whispered in her ear, “You are so beautiful. You are everything that I have ever wanted.”She turned her head around as far as she could to kiss me. I leaned in and we shared a very affectionate kiss for what was probably five minutes.I asked her, “Shower-Time, Part Two?”“Definitely,” she responded.I got to my feet and helped her up. I grabbed the towels and glasses and we headed downstairs. I handed her the towels at the bathroom door and.