She is tight but stretches for me, wanting to be completely filled. My fingers explore inside her now, wanting to feel every inch. I find a particular...y arousing spot inside and give it extra attention. My, she feels go good! I smile at her in the mirror and at myself too - pleased by my bravery today. I know Pussy holds a hot spot - my clit. I need to find her. While my fingers stay nestled in their cozy cocoon, my thumb roams up above, circling, seeking. Oh my! Found it. Oh my goodness! I. They lay her arms unable to resist hugging him and thanking him for his consideration. On weak legs he knelt then he thanked her told her he loved her and quietly left. She heard his mate, her son, leaping down the stairs, two at a time, he had been waiting at the attic door, eager to replace his friend. Sheila just managed a quick wipe on tissues, and to lay back her hands to the cool bar once again, the door clattered open, her son lead by his rampant tool, appeared and began kissing her,. His hands continue their work. Sensation. Then there is the sheet. The sheet. He is not quite so careful with it as the rules require him to be.The sheet is how he makes his proposal. It could be an innocent mistake, easily corrected. It is not. Although he is anxious, his hands have read her body. They are expert. They know. Her body answers them.The subtle placement of the sheet makes her smile. He cannot see her face. His hands must interpret. She is female. She is prone. She is passive. All. I followed with an even forceful push. She tried to stop me. But I started to pump her with all my force piercing my manhood deeper and faster in her burning hole. She buckled under pressure.In a few fast and furious strokes her protest turned into pleasure and she demanded more. I kept moving my piston in and out of her like a madman, occasionally slowing down to hold back my release. She stopped me and turned into a doggy position.She held my dick and guided it back again in her pussy. I.