I took out the same black nightdress that I had worn as her ‘whore’ in Paris and slipped it on. I could still feel the slick wet t the top of my t...highs. Was it love or pure, unalloyed lust that I felt for her? One look at her in the bed, her short hair shining in the half-light, her eyes open and her mouth slightly so as well and I answered my own question. It was both! She half sat and leant back against the headboard. ‘You only have the one?’ I smiled, ‘I have several but this has memories.’. My husband was a bigger man and there was no way my son or I would fit side by side or on his lap.Nope, I still had just under f******n hours with my son in the backseat. The next few without any underwear.Fuck.My son got back in the car first and patted his lap.I was supposed to go in first and suggested, "Shouldn't we try to be side by side?" It's okay, Mom," he said, patting his lap again."You sure?" I asked, knowing I wasn't wearing any panties and my pussy was still slightly damp... the. Up to my clit and down again to my vagina, in and out, pleasure sweeping over my body, over and over again. Oh, what pleasure! My hubby taking photos, my pussy tingling with pleasure, anticipating when Dick would get his cock out for some deep, deep pleasure. My hubbies phone rang, and it was Harry to say he had arrived at the shopping centre. Now imagine how weird that felt! I'm lying on my back, in a semi-public place, a total stranger eating my pussy and my hubby chatting to another total. He told her no. As he sucked, licked and stroked her nipples he licked her neck and bit around her ears and frenched her mouth fucking it with his tongue. He could feel her moving just like always. He had worked her up much faster this time as he began to learn many of points of pleasure.And then it happened, Mary took his hand and placed it on her wet swollen pussy. She rubbed it around on the outside of her tight shorts, She held him and whispered that she would let him touch her for the.