My tongue sought out that little hard button showing itself through the folds. I tongued it and savoured it, as Sadie would have wished, and was delig...hted to hear my companion's cry of, "Oh, my God."While my lips massaged her little button, my fingers felt the wetness seeping from those lower lips and I slid one finger deeper into that delicious smooth moisture. As I did that, I became aware of her other hand reaching out to touch my belly, intending to slide under my shorts. Her fingers. An efficient, productive hour and a half out in the awful, harried world of only-two-weekends-left shoppers.Back in our bedroom, hiding our acquisitions. "Will you model them for me?" Her reaction made me think it might happen. I love sex in the afternoon, much, much more than at night, tired from the day, full from supper, 'get it over with so I can sleep.' I watched her in the mirror. She slid her pants down, revealing black bikini panties. She moved her shirt over her head, revealing a. I knew that was no longer the case; if anything, I’d become too careful, too staid, too prone to considering the possible consequences. I told her that, and she probed a little. I thought aloud, “I guess I’m in danger of becoming an old man before my time. Too many years of all work and not a whole lot of play. Sometimes I feel I’m in my twenties, sometimes I’m so risk-averse that I might as well be in my fifties. Mom said at Thanksgiving that playing with the kids was good for me, making me. “Fucking cum in my mouth!” she told me.I started fucking her mouth with my dick. This time, I shoved it down her throat, making her gag on it and releasing her at intervals. From the expression on her face, she loved it. I fucked her face a few more times before shooting my loads down her throat. She swallowed every drop, smiling at me.“Damien… finish up and come fuck me hard,” she told me as she walked away.In less than ten minutes, I was done with work, and ran the short distance to my room,.