Mom's cooking would make a Cordon Bleu chef jealous. Her domesticity was late-blooming and her standards were higher because of the privileged life sh...e'd led since marriage. She couldn't just scramble eggs; it had to be a production. I think she just loved the idea that she could go into any restaurant and sniff at their fare with an attitude of "I could do better" and know she could back it up. I'd overheard her instructing the caterer she used for parties, so I knew that she'd successfully. We went to the next room, and I watched her make body walk towards the bed. As she exposed her sexy body, my cock got hard, so much that I felt it pushing out. Asked if I was going to change, I got undressed quickly. Lexie stared as I undressed, asking if my hard on was cause of her...yes it was. We could her Jamie moaning, the bed bouncing against the wall. Lexie walked over, without a word..grabbed my cock and started to massage it. Her hands rubbed my head, she tucked my cock, giving me. His hand was back around his cock now. He could feel the first waves of pleasure shoot through him when suddenly Sara moved...Sara could feel her pussy pulsing and knew she was getting close. She had hoped he would make her cum but didn't realize all of the build up would make it so easy. She decided however that even though she wanted to cum this was not how she wanted it to happen. She moved her legs to give the appearance of her waking up. She smiled as a thought crossed her mind "playtime. I did not want to spend more time away so raced for a flight home. Three hours later I arrived outside our house, which was in darkness. My wife's car was in the drive along with two other vehicles I have not seen before. I went round the back of the house and let myself in quietly through the kitchen door. The house was a mess; there were a couple of empty bottles of wine in the kitchen and a trail of clothes leading towards the stairs. Following the trail I worked out there was more than two.