.' became more urgent demands of, 'Faster... Faster...' as she told me how to lick her clit. Shallow breaths became gasps as her muscles began getting... tight signaling another orgasm. I stopped my hands from playing with her tits so Rose Ann could concentrate fully on the sensations from her pussy. Her orgasm crept in slowly unlike her first which seized her in a moment. Her wordless cries of pleasure were quieter. Clenched abdominal muscles allowing for only small cries and gasps for air as she. I moved my hand towards her neck and massaged her left shoulder, then advanced further towards her back and pressed her slowly. She moved turning her back (slightly) towards me so that I can massage her back. I started from her upper (back) neck and entered my hand in side her blouse), after slowly massaging there, touched her bra-hook (felt as to untie it but did not do that) and moved down. I massaged her back bone and both the sides slowly. She leaned forward and I moved down. Slowly my hand. But of course, the forces of order would swing in and “Set things right,” restoring “order” and returning the course of events to “The Plan.” And that was boring.Boring…. Utterly, repulsively, disgustingly, malignantly boring.Next to it was a particular reality. The Force looked in as a melodrama played out. The man in the skintight suit with the pointy cowl giving a speech about moral righteousness, the lady in her skintight outfit offering sexual pleasures, they would flirt, they would fight,. She had some junk in the trunk, as well. She was a shorthaired brunette, with brown eyes, and a very nice smile. She wasalso in a constant state of horniness since her second divorce. She had caught the rotten bastard cheating on her a second time.The divorce soon followed with her getting sole custody of thegirls. They had moved back in with her parents who were wealthyand retired. Jennifer and the girls had the house to themselvesmuch of the time as her Mom liked to travel, and if her.