'' I joked, Mom smiled and kissed me on the cheek. ''Well we're both to blame for that.'' she told me.She got to her feet and much to my disappointmen...t allowed my hands to drop from her breasts, she walked through to the lounge and joined Bobbie on the sofa as I watched from the doorway. Mom nestled into the corner of the couch as Bobbie cuddled into her, I couldn't help but smile as Bobbie's hand found a resting place on Mom's boob. Like brother like sister, I thought to myself. I pulled out. My clitty throbbed in its cage as I sent the letter off in the post. NowI wouldn't be able to get free until the postman returned my key,usually on Tuesday afternoon.I was going to be horny and frustrated until then.I loved it.Returning home I poured myself another glass of wine and went back to myphone."Michelle," message two read. "I just read another one of your stories,and I satisfied myself once again. This is the third time I've jerkedoff this afternoon, so I wanted to thank you for. She reached down and separated his finger from his hand and pushed it into her. First one, then two, then three fingers. Robert could feel way up inside of her. He felt tightness and looseness and ridges and bumps and wetness. She was no longer pushing his fingers in and out but rather holding them steady as she was pumping up and down against his hand. With her free hand she pulled his face to her breast again. He sucked hard. He could feel every pulse of her, he could smell her perfume, her. The fact that her marriage to the man she loved was most likely over did not worry Peter in the slightest. He just wanted to shag her and do all those other things he had written in the e-mails about. She finally realised Peter had set out to seduce her and cared nothing for what the consequences would be for her.Peter once again asked her to come up to their room. When she refused, he quietly and surreptitiously grabbed hold of her arm, twisting it up behind her back, kissing her deeply on the.