And he loved getting blow jobs in return. I was so tempted to do him. It wouldn't be the same as fucking the guy or so I told herself. I could use a g...ood climax and as I said I missed giving guys blow jobs, however I remembered how I had felt the day after your reception. I had been so whacked with guilt I was almost sick to her stomach. Kyle thought I had drunk too much and/or danced too much the night before."She paused for a moment then went on explaining, "A week ago two of the guys I used. Paul eased himself from the cupboard and moved over to the window, Standing just out of sight, he watched for a while.“He’s gone,” he said at last, turning to look at his naked mother. “Short and sweet, wasn’t it?”“That describes your father’s cock,” she said.“He didn’t bring you off,”“No!”“Guess we’d better rectify that, hadn’t we,” the boy said climbing onto the bed. “Tongue or prick?”“Both!”“Mmmmm. I love my whore mother.”“Better than all your little girlfriends?”“Who said there’s. She started reaching for my cock and unzipped my pants to stroke it! I started to reach under her tight shirt and fondled her nice breast. I got on top of her and pulled her shirt up and took her bra off, she had some nice C's and perky pink nipples ready to be sucked as I did! She was moaning softly as I nibbled on her nipples kiss and sucked on them, she pressed her body up against mine yearning for some attention that voluptuous body deserved. I then started to reach into her yoga pants and. Ashley held her bikini bottom aside for a few seconds so the view could soak in. My wife's hand began to pick up a little more speed on my cock. My cock and balls wanted to explode but my mind wanted to continue to take in the sight of Ashley and enjoy the feel of my wife's perfect touch on my cock. She continued her up and down pumping, from base to the tip."Ashley, are you wet?" my wife asked her."I think I am," Ashley responded. From the hand that was holding the bikini aside to expose her.