“So hubby is going to be a little late.” Tom placed his hand on Freya’s knee. Normally Freya would have brushed it off, but she focused on Tom r...eading her text message. “It’s rude to read other people's email.” Tom slid his hand up Freya’s thigh and she panicked when he leaned over and whispered, “I’m sorry. How about I rub it all better?” Freya held her breath half surprised, half in arousal, yet she regained composure and excused herself saying she needed to go to the powder room. Once. She wiggled her buttocks against me and giggled as she felt my hardness digging into her back,"You're insatiable" A good mother should always take care of her son's needs" she said softly and I felt her hand gripping me as she guided my prick to her lovely little rosebud.It slid in easily right up to my balls making her sigh with pleasure."Gently darling" she whispered, "Fuck me nice and gently" Lovely mum" I encouraged her, "I love hearing you use language like that" Play with my cunt Mark,. "He continued, "There are so many things we can do that don't involve my taking you, my love, and I intend to explore a few of those right now." Saying that, his lips closed over hers, and he dragged her farther towards him, until she rested with her hands to either side of his chest, and her legs straddling his thigh, his erection hard and yet not pressing her too tightly with any demands. When she relaxed against his body, her breasts pressing against his stomach, her nipples tight and. Deirdre made a mental note to replenish her stock of firewood when she came back. It looked like the snow would last for at least a day. Glad that she had enough food to last her a couple of days, she climbed down to the timberline, left her medicines in the hollow beneath the old oak tree, and checked for messages. There was nothing there so she had time enough to roam the mountainside for firewood. Careful to stay out of sight of the trail that lead to the village, Deirdre circled the.