She scratched Romeo’s head as his tongue began to perform its sexual magic. She felt her stomach tighten and she inhaled sharply with every stroke i...t took. She knew she wouldn’t be able to stand there for long as she felt the first shiver of an approaching orgasm.She stepped back, then walked over to the edge of the carpet and got down on her knees, then leaned forward on her hands. Romeo had come over right on her heels, moved in and resumed lapping her. It was different in this position; his. Mother came quietly out on the balcony and saw what I was trying to do. She leaned over me and I got another free shot of her breasts from her nightgown gaping open, he was not wearing a robe that night. I wanted to touch her so bad; my cock got hard just looking at them. After a few minutes the nosebleed stopped and she sat down in the other lounge chair.She asked, “How are you doing, son?”“Mother you look really hot in that nightgown.” I replied to her. She was a glow from having just. What was his game? Everyone had a game, but she couldn't work outwhat his was.***He knew he was overcompensating for what he had done. It wasn't hisfault that it was snowing so hard. After all he had only meant to bekind. But, there was something about her that made him want to make itup to her. He shouldn't be inviting strangers into the house, but hecouldn't bear the thought of her sleeping rough. When she had burst intothe kitchen after waking up, her eyes had blazed with anger, yet. He said something to her that I couldn’t hear, but I found out soon enough. “She rocked her hips back and forth, faster and faster, her eyes were dark slits in her face. Still looking directly at me, her voice much steadier than her body, I heard her say, “Yes, George…of course I’ll fuck you again…anytime, lover…whenever you say.’” Lisa was moaning wildly, her fingers now thrusting in and out of her sweet, juicy cunt hole. “Fuck, Daddy…such a slut…just like me, Daddy…” She.