Assoon as I could support myself I dropped the cloth inthe sink and turned to her kissing her as deep andpassionately as I could. Once we broke the ki...ss shetoke my hand and lead me to the living room where shelaid me down one the couch. She laid down beside me and we started kissing againwith her free hand she open my legs which I more thenwillingly spread for her hand went back down my pantsand panties stroking my clit at first then move to push2 fingers deep inside my dripping creamy pussy. The fact that they were from money didn’t faze him. Case had a vision of Jonas at some charity event, wearing a tux, with Anastasia on his arm. He’d charm the wives and the big deal makers and Anastasia would never wander off to the bar or show her temper because some trophy wife tried to get overly friendly.How do I feel about that?Relief? Yeah, relief.What if I hadn’t met Cindy? No, with or without Cindy, I’d already decided I wasn’t going to spend my life trying to live up to Anastasia’s. I had to know what it felt like to wear these clothes myself.After making sure the coast was clear, I opened the drier and pulled out a pair of yellow nylon panties. Right away, I noticed they were the softest piece of clothing I had ever touched. Feeling the synthetic material between my thumb and fingers gave me an immediate tactile pleasure. My heart started beating faster, my palms became sweaty and I couldn't wait to try them on.I went to my bedroom, stripped out of my clothes and quickly. You do mum, but then you are the best.”Jean could feel her lust growing, a plan forming in her mind. The thought of not only seeing her son fuck another teenager, but the chance of playing with a young cunt herself was overcoming her natural caution.“Rory, love, I’ve got an idea. How about you bring Becky here? It's a safe place to be and you won't be disturbed. If, and only if, you think it would help I can guide her in the ways a woman can pleasure her man. That would be up to you, but I am.