Her tongue seems to be doing the trick on him as I can see the pre-cum building up on his tip just before she reaches it and licks it off. Looking up ...at him as she takes him in her mouth once more, he looks down to her and asks her to lie back on the sofa. ‘Don’t you want to cum?’ she asks, looking a little confused, his reply comes back quickly ‘of course, just not yet, I want to feel your pussy again before I do’. At this she looks relieved and lays back, legs open and hands on her tits. His. Fathima smiled. “Thanks for reminding. I should have been careful……”“Not really,” I fumbled. “It was my mistake to have come inside.”“It was my mistake,” Mrs. Fathima intervened. “to have closed the doors till yesterday.”I looked up stunned. She was smiling at me with a very funny look on her face.“Have you seen enough?” She winked her eyes while I stood like a statue. “You have seen me though I haven’t had a glimpse of you.”Saying this she came very close, placed her hands on my collar, and. I could taste the saltiness of his precum. The taste ignited my lust and before I knew it I had his cock between my lips.I sucked Jim until he was completely hard then he stopped me. "Time for the real thing," he said to me. I wiggled out of my dress and laid on my back. He grabbed each side of my thong and slid them off my legs. He then grabbed a bottle of lube from the table beside the bed. He rubbed some on his cock, then applied some to my pussy. And asked me, "you ready." Yes Daddy," is. John smiled and asked if she would like a massage. Of course she said yes, but a bolt of excitement went through her because she knew that the most recent story had a scene where the son had given his mother a massage. She wondered if he had read that part and if so what he was planning. The two of them went upstairs where Becky got on the bed on her stomach."Uh ... I can't give you much of a massage with all those clothes on," John said.Becky giggled and said, "I guess not." With that she.