Jason stretched my wife’s shirt and bra up over her soft, brown boobs and left them there as he tongue-fucked my wife's mouth deeply, fully, D kissin...g him back with a passion I found both shocking and wildly arousing, as if she was the teenager instead of him, slurping and sucking at his talented tongue as she moaned and groaned into his open, demanding mouth.They kept their mouths clamped tightly together as Jason turned D in his arms until she was facing him, her arms going around his neck,. I knew I had him where I wanted him to be, so I said to him: "Are you angry that mom helped you?"He replied: "No."So I took it further and said: "Are you ashamed?"He said: "No."I said: "Good, because there is nothing to be ashamed of. All men do it and even some women do it. And this was not the first time I saw a man do it, so there is nothing to feel bad, okay?"As I had suspected, I was hit by a volley of questions.The first one was by daughter, who shamelessly asked me if dad does it, too.As. What the hell, he is cute and your just gonna sit there and enjoy the eye candy. During the flight you learn he is married, but hey…he is just sitting there your not fucking him. He has a bunch of free coupons for cocktails and you guys are using them up. You turn sideways in the seat. Unaware that you are revealing your thigh (you know that perfect part of the inside of a womans thigh, right where the tendon connects to the pelvis) until you catch his eyes locked on your leg. Now he is the. After a moment she agreed. ‘Okay, maybe for just a little while.’ She removed her coat and laid it across the back of the sofa. I poured a cup of coffee and sat it on the counter. ‘Do you take cream and sugar?’ 

 ‘No, just black please.’ She walked to the counter, picked up the cup and stepped back. She was obviously scared. 

 She was a beautiful young woman, in very good shape, with long wavy blonde hair that fell well below her shoulders. I could see the outline of a very nice bosom and a.