She understood me. When I was down, she knew how to raise my spirits. When I was feeling insecure, she knew how to boost my confidence. Her soothing v...oice calmed me. I knew what I wanted and I also knew that I didn't need to be ashamed to admit it to this wonderful woman. Smiling, I said, "I'd like you to show me how you're going to dance for Trent." Lasciviously licking my ear, Jeanne whispered, "Michael, you cannot believe how excited you just made me." Jeanne stood and started moving to the. The top was loose but still her boobs were big enough to make an impression on the tshrit. (I might cum while writing the futher part of the story…)So as she was on her phone, she stretched a bit. She stretched her arms up high and then was back on her phone. However, this time, her tshirt landed in such a way that it exposed a small part of her smooth tummy. God. One couldn’t tell that she was a mother of a 18 year old boy when they looked at that tummy.That caught my glimpse. I too started. “You’re too easy on these guys, Stella! Nah, he needs to earn it the hard way – by staying hard.” He positioned himself in front of her and gently slapped her face with his huge cock. “Open wide, babe…”She did, and he slowly slid his cock into her mouth. If her pussy clamping onto my cock meant she enjoyed the sensation of his thick, uncircumcised rod in her mouth, then she really enjoyed it. I groaned as she squeezed me, her tight grip feeling for all the world as if she was trying to squeeze. Panting for breath, I slowly started to relax as my climax began to subside. I gradually stood upright, my softening cock still within her as her legs fell wide open either side of me, exhausted. My orgasm fading, I leaned forward over her, my cock slowly beginning to soften.We stayed locked together for what seemed like an age; my hot, sweating body poised above hers; my hardness softening more quickly now. Sweat dripped from my forehead onto her bare breasts, my shirt wet and sticking to my.