He was working hard, I knew, and traveled some as well. But for the past several months, it was like he seemed to hate coming home. I would try to t...alk to him, but usually he was too tired. He didn’t want to discuss it, he didn’t want to discuss anything! I was getting lonely, and couldn’t understand why Ben was acting this way. Finally I just gave up trying, and started to get myself ready to move on. Late a couple of nights later, I logged in to my first chat room. It was all just a. I can feel it in the almost painful grip she has on my manhood. She is panting! Her cunt is squeezing my still flexing fingers. I lean down and suck on her nipple, taking as much of her in my mouth as will fit, swirling my tongue around the hard nub."Oh God! Oh fuck! Oh Yes!" she babbles as she finally breaks through, spilling her essence on my hand. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Now! Please?" she pleads as she pulls my hand from her still flowing pussy."Yes Miss! With pleasure!" I answer as I pry her. “You really shouldn’t hide it,” she told me with a seductive smile that made my insides melt. “You taste fabulous. But I’ve got to go now, we’re going to start any minute.” She handed me the water and left, and I wiggled my skirt back down. Ever since the moment I had admitted my dilemma to Candice, things had spiraled out of control. And I loved it. I fished a hankie from my purse and sneaked it under my skirt and between legs. If my pussy kept dripping like it was, I’d need more than just a. There was no pain, only a pleasurable fulfilling sensation as my legs seemed to open to some invisible command, it felt good and I found myself now enacting and getting into the rhythm with mummy, what a class act, mummy and daughter lying face down on our respective beds, satisfying men, with unprotected sex.I could feel his warm breath on my neck and his kisses, as he left a wet trail of saliva across the nape of my neck and shoulder blades.The smell of my girlish body, unadulterated by.