Her bare skin rubs along the front of his jeans, begging to move over and around his cock.His hands grip her arms, moving his legs apart, sitting her ...fully against him, a gasp escaping her lips. Nuzzling her neck, nibbling where it meets her shoulder she moans. Pushing further into his nibbles, they're turning into bites, her breath quickening as she's slowly grinding against his jeans.Teeth tugging on her neck, her hands roam down, unzipping his pants, popping the button out, easing them down. There Dave stood completely naked and his cock was starting to get hard. I reached down and started massaging his balls in one hand and his cock in the other I couldn’t hold back any longer I got on my knees and started sucking his cock when my wife came back into the room she was shocked. She called me a cocksucker and that she was only playing with me when she said she wanted to see me suck a cock. She told me from now on you would be sucking a lot of cocks. She then sat back and watched me. " No hands were raised."Okay then, let us begin with the breasts, boobs, tits, knockers, whatever you call them." I went on, "I prefer tits or boobs myself, as I think most females do. Just be sure the girl likes what you call them. Any volunteers to unfasten her blouse?"A dozen hands were raised, some eagerly, others more hesitantly. I picked one of the hesitant ones, thinking it would help him gain confidence. He fumbled a little, but unbuttoned Lynn's blouse, opening it, and I found to my. .She was asleep, either that or unconscious, and her face was bright red after drinking…but I had no idea why she had been drinking as my mother wasn’t really a drinker, let alone a beer drinkerMy initial assumption was that she may have had a guy over, gotten pissed and then he left…but to be honest….I didn’t care….I was too horny…..all I wanted to do was jump on the bed and indulge myself into playing with her fabulous fleshy creations…and that’s exactly what I decided to do…I climbed ontop.