Then she told me to look from my stepmom’s side and feel how hard it is to try again after losing a husband. After her explanation, I felt guilty fo...r all the hate I had shown towards my stepmom. I promised myself that I would treat her like my own mother.After a short emotional conversation, we came back to our naughty talks. “So now you have decided to treat your stepmom better, why don’t you try her?” she texted me with a wink emoji. I started rubbing my cock again which had gone soft after. A memory prods me, of when I was younger. Before women, before sex, but after the discovery of pleasure. I remember the motion and the feeling; the pure wanton release of youth, and the unbelievable frequency of it. I blush, remembering the stiff stained sheets; proof of the act, or sometimes just the dream.I lie on my back, calm and sure in the warmth, and slide my hands down my skin. There's a certain inevitability in the movement, despite the fact that I'm convinced I could stop.Fingertips. I am kissing his nipples and sucking on them and trying to work my way down to his big dick and those huge balls which are shaved... and as i get his dick in my mouth i feel his face on my ass and he is licking down my crack towards my hole.. wow this is so hot and as i suck his dick and start trying to get his dick down my throat he is getting his tongue into my ass.. soon we roll and end up in a 69 .. him still eating my ass and me sucking his huge balls, dick and starting to eat his ass.. he. Sometimes her eyes moved under the lids, and expressions drifted across her face. To Frank's satisfaction, most of the expressions were happy ones.When she woke up, she often stretched, with her eyes mostly closed and joints bending with astonishing flexibility. The stretches were a dirty old man's delight, and on the weekdays, Frank forced himself to leave her alone lest he be late. On the weekends, Jennifer's lazy, feline stretches often led to the lovers staying in bed, and starting the day.