With my eyes on his and butterflies in my stomach, I reach around and grab his cock and point it at my waiting pussy. I feel the head press against me... and slowly I start to lower myself onto him. Once he is fully inside me, I pause, watching his face to make sure he isn't waking up. His brows furrow and he is a little restless, I hold my breath, nervous beyond belief. I swallow hard but he settles back down and is still asleep. I start to grind on his cock very slowly, grabbing and pulling on. "Bye, Honey." Bye, Scott." The look on her face tore at my heart. "Thanks." She turned and stepped onto the pad and was whisked away.I turned and beheld my women -- who were both wearing the same expression. "Yeah, that's Number Four -- but we can't tell her or the other one until we're ready to leave. Let's go to bed." I had a thought and grinned. "Who wants to see what she tastes like?"Rachel was on her knees with my testicles in her hand in a flash! "You don't have to ask twice!" she. Burt died of cancer a few years ago, but taught me a lot about what sex was all about. When fifteen both Burt and I were very shy around females, but Burt,s Father had served in the US Army in West Germany and brought back a dozen or so real hardcore pornographic magazines with him. Though the text was either in German or Swedish the photographs depicted naked humans with fully erect penises, wet pussies having sex with each other which included the first pictures I,d ever seen of homosexuals. .. ever. Very often I'll let my mind and hands take over. I touch him with one hand (which doesn't rouse him in the least) while I get myself off with the other while thinking of my latest naughty fantasy (which I've now begun turning into stories). Anyway...I couldn't resist the urge to touch myself while my son's stuff was dripping out of me. The thought turned me on nearly as much as fucking him in the first place. I snuggled right up to Hubby and caressed him with my left hand, as was my.