It started innocently enough. It was just after Thanksgiving and Cathy and I were texting back and forth about this and that. She mentioned how moist ...her turkey had been. ‘One of the best I’ve ever cooked,’ she typed. ‘Moist is always better,’ I replied. ‘I can’t eat it if it’s not moist.’ We’d never even traded innuendo before, but she caught on to what I was saying. ‘How do you make it moist?’ I asked. ‘Oil,’ was the reply. ‘Coconut.’ ‘I use butter,’ I texted. ‘That would work too,’ Cathy. Madelyn began rubbing up and down the length of his denim clad cock as best she could while they continued the car ride back to the house. The slight apprehension she was feeling was quickly replaced with a renewed lust she hadn’t felt in a long time while she grasped and worked over his cock. She desperately wanted it somewhere inside her, but wasn’t going to pull out his member until they were safely inside her bedroom with the door shut and locked. Shane probably wouldn’t have cared to show. " Well, I'm up here at the cabin to go over my books because I'm thinking of selling my business to a major player in the defense industry and becoming just an employee." Is there a reason that you want to sell?' Ann asked.Bob paused for a minute before answering, "I don't really want to sell. It's just that I don't feel that old fire anymore. I can't really see the percentage in working my fool head off for just myself." What about your children? Wouldn't you like to leave them a legacy?" I. I scream out his name as he finally circles my clit. My hands search desperately for anything as I feel my muscles contract and tense as my orgasm nears. The pressure in my pelvis increases to the point where I feel like my head might just explode from the overload of pleasure. My inner thighs quiver as Max flicks my clit before looking into my eyes deviously and sucking on it with relish. My muscles spasm and I can feel my juices run down my thighs. “Oh Max! Max, please, Oh god! Don't stop..