"Well, Hank isn't here and I'm about to leave, so feel free to have sex with him, Mom. He is certainly not about to do it with me, but I'm sure you ca...n convince him. You certainly have some 'X' factor that I don't," I answered before I walked towards the door. "Where are you going?" I stopped in front of it and peeked at her. "What the fuck do you care? You have the man you want. Just make sure you use protection, he may not like you so much with a big belly. Oh, wait a minute, he loves you,. I happily agreed to that.We planned that we should make it real and were waiting for the day her husband will go for his business tour. Patience and waiting for the tour day was killing me. Her beauty and the stats were making me mad every passing day.My patience ended on the 8th day by the call from her about her husband’s tour the next day. This was making me mad by each passing hour. My adrenaline is rushing and I was excited to meet her. I felt the first time that I was lusting for a woman. When I was done rubbing, the feet went away. Had I expressed a few times that I'd like the foot rubs to venture into a more sexual nature? Probably. But as I've stated, I'm a pushover. I continued rubbing Emili's feet. Her's were wide, a little chubby, which led to meaty soles. They were probably some of my favorite feet. Shiann's though, in the short glimpses I'd seen as she went barefoot through the house on occasion, were probably a distant second place. Maybe not so distant, I. I responded, only to have her pull away once again. I felt hurt but inquisitive as well.She was kissing and nibbling on my neck with a new found fury. My pants became painfully obvious when she released my aching tits. I watched as she gobbled my huge melon into her mouth. She had latched onto me like she was a nursing infant. I didn't mind. Her hot oral cavity was making me feel so needy. I needed her, I needed her tongue. I needed release.She worked her way down across my bare belly. Much in.