Before I pulled out I asked her name. It was Dominique. She was French-Canadian. That explained her sweet voice and that adorable accent of hers. Her ...husband was my wife’s gynecologist too.I had to smile and she asked me what I was smiling about. I replied, “Your husband has seen my wife’s pussy up close and personal every year for the past fifteen or twenty years. Now I finally got to see his wife’s pussy.”Dominique said, “Yeah but he never fucked your wife. He just barely fucks me.”I pulled. “Mal, I didn’t know…” then she stopped, obviously looking at her son’s erection. When she didn’t leave or say something to wake me up, I knew that she was looking at my cock. The thought of that made me even harder. I waited a few moments longer to see what she would do, but she was still there, not doing anything. I felt that I was ready to burst and so I had to do something. Still pretending to be asleep, I moved my hand to my cock and moaned as if in a dream, “Mmmm…Mom…that feels so. Her musk filled my nostrils. But just when I’d begun to luxuriate in our sixty niner Christine lifted herself off me. She rolled onto her back on the bed and opened her arms and legs to me in welcome. I worked my mouth up her belly to the large mounds of her breasts and sucked avidly on her thick long nipples. She drew my body up over hers, her bent legs guiding me towards her gaping snatch. My cock slid into effortlessly into her lubricated cunt. Our lips met and our tongues danced. Her hands. My tongue instinctively slid into her mouth in return so that our tongues started struggling fiercely. I was surprised by the way Olga’s agile tongue was lapping up there. I imitated every move of hers and I entered in the flow in no time. Then her tongue left my mouth and the girl slowly licked my lips up. In a teasing manner, she nipped my lips tenderly and kissed them softly. All her vulgar behavior gave my cock a stir and emotions overtook me soon. It felt like a dream. I didn’t know how,.