Her senses overwhelmed, she moans and pushes down on his hand, rocking her hips slowly. A slow smile curves her face as she realises that he is pantin...g as hard as she is. Pulling away from him, ignoring his questioning look, she looks at him with a sudden broad smile. ‘My turn, honey’ she says in a husky voice. She steps closer to him and with her nails and lips she blazes her own trails of fire on his body. Slowly kissing and licking her way down. She loves the way he shivers when she touches. .. slowly pulled back on the hem of her stretched tight skirt. She wouldn't be late she thought. She looked up; his concentration- so keenly focused on splattering all over her lap. It shouldn't take him long. It is fun shopping with his mom Andy thought. To buy; to replace the soiled skirts for new ones. He loves to walk behind her in the mall. To ogle at the back-seams of her thigh highs. Again waiting for her to move inattentively. Jeanette's 41 inch full-figured hips and behind easily hitch. To scare them off.” I had been too. But full of hate as well. I hadn’t known I could be like that either. It wasn’t like me at all. Now I was thinking I could probably have got Seeta out of there without nearly strangling a teenage boy.Well ... I had no experience of fighting. Perhaps I’d been afraid that anything less than berserk might have failed and Seeta would have been basically enslaved in Pakistan, or even murdered by her own mother and father and siblings. Incredible, but I knew it. His fingertips moved under the lower part of her blouse and she gasped. Her breathing increased. His fingers crawled higher across the underside of her breast.Grace could feel Thomas' dripping cock touch her leg and she knew that the crotch of her shorts would be wet soon, but not with water."Please, Thomas, I'm your mother," she whispered, but held his head to her neck.Then his hand worked under her top until he was at her breast. "Thomas," she gasped again but had no strength to pull his hand.