“I love you for what you’re going through for me.” She thrust her hips forward, putting her sex within reach of his lips. “Lick my pussy for a... minute. It will make you feel better.” Gratefully he stretched his head to allow his tongue to make contact with her offered slit. Licking feverishly up and down, straining to reach it, Cynthia could only watch in awe. Here was June, causing her husband intense discomfort, and he was greedily worshipping her musky pussy as though his life depended on. "Jenny," Mom called, "I'm almost ready. Finish up what you're doing andI'll be down to start supper in a few minutes." Okay, Mom, don't rush."I went back to the stove and checked the macaroni. It was coated withthe melted cheese. I stirred it a few times and spooned it onto theplates as I heard Mom coming downstairs.She had on her big white terry robe and white terry scuffs. A towel waswrapped around her head. She had a powdery flower smell from the bathbeads she used. When she saw the table. So, I got my pizza, and my glass of diet cola (yes, diet). I walked into the living room, put the tape in and plopped down on the couch. Now, I know your saying, why did you plop down on the couch, and the reason for that is, she had one of those huge couches that you couldn’t just sit on, you had to plop. Well, on this huge couch she had a bunch of blankets, and I just so happen to sit on one of the most comfortable, fluffiest blankets she had. Needless to say, fluffy was the cat that I sat. I acted as if nothing had happened and quickly returned to those power strokes I had been giving her pussy just a moment ago, except this time in and out of her ass. Like all the bar girls, her ass felt as tight as virgins for those first few stokes, and in less than a minute or two I was once again ready to blow a load. I slowed my rhythm so that I could enjoy that final build up, going instead at a snails pace stoking in and out of her ass as every inch of it felt more and more like ecstasy. .