“Here, see for yourself. Can you honestly say that myass is not fat?” she asked coquettishly.Charlie was about to explode. His face had be...come red and he was breathinghard. He placed his hands on his mother’s large buttocks and began squeezingthem. “Mom your ass is so perfect that I want to kiss it!” he saidforthrightly.“Well, what’s stopping you? I certainly wouldn’t mind a kiss from myhandsome young son!”Charlie rejoiced to hear that. He. Perhaps Joshua had seen the photos from the shoot? If so, perhaps it was the two of them kissing? She felt a sense of foreboding. This job had worked out fantastically for her and the pay was so much more than she could earn anywhere else in Vegas. And whilst another couple of days would see her able to return home in a much sounder financial position than she thought possible, her mind had been thinking that she would stay on at Samuel Smith’s for as long as she possibly could. That would help. But no one could possibly be satisfied by eating just dessert for dinner and having the same meagre Eton Mess every night.Paula let go of her husband. She could no longer coordinate her movements in the bliss that started taking over her mind. Long, lustful moans escaped her mouth in quick succession; her breath grew heavy, urgent. Her back arched, her body tensed. She cried out in beautiful agony, squirting all over her lover. Years of sexual frustration poured out of her at once with a. . ." She moaned. "That’s so. . .Oh . . . Thoughtful." She slowly slid one leg over Sean’s and then the other, and sat slowly on his lap, as he quickly reached for her again, pulling her close. Inches apart, there eyes met and their mouths opened, lips moist, her breasts brushed across his chest, her hand fell to his lap, feeling him lightly, tickling him. Her oily skin was delightful to feel as his hand traveled up her back, under her hair to her neck. Sean pulled her gently closer, finding her.