Felt pretty good, actually, that some of these hot-looking young men would want to fuck this mother of three. Yes, it felt pretty damned good.Well, I ...was getting fucked, though not by high school seniors, but by husband, Alan, who is pretty adept at getting me to climax. Often more than once. But, as I was getting older, I kept wanting more sex, the cravings seemed to be with me much more than in the past. I have a friend who I've discussed this with and she says she's just crazy to be fucked. I spent probably five minutes running my hand over her firm calves, the back of her warm thighs and massaging her panty covered buttocks. The lass had gone limp; I wasn't sure if all of the fight had gone out of her or if she was confused by some of the sensations that must have been coursing through her body at that time... the heat of her spanked buttocks, the rough timber rubbing against her sensitive nipples; or the firm but smooth touch of my hands on her lower body.Reaching up to the. Ima Jean was no fun. And I went to find Sly in his bedroom and found him in another weird mood. She did that to him - always put him in a funny mood. You see, she wanted to change him. She didn't understand business. Business is dirty - and eye for an eye, you know. Sly got upset at her constant judgment. Goody-goody Ima Jean didn't understand what it took to get ahead in business. I think she was why Sly was in church every Sunday - made him feel like he needed to repent for something all the. I’ll be done in a sec.” As we both neared orgasm, she leaned forwards and link her hands behind my neck and pulled her closer to suck on her nipples. We both reached our climax at the same time, me, launching my cum into her with her pussy muscles tightening around it, trying to pull more out and her juices spilling out onto my stomach, dick and balls. We kissed again and hugged. We rolled to one side, with my dick still in her, we pulled the blankets back over us, and fell asleep in each.