I could even imagine her fingers slipping under the fabric from the giggles Havana was making. Down her left leg to her feet Liz worked the other lad... expertly. Up the right leg in reverse of the left until I watched her fingers dipping between Havana's legs and the girl wiggling and panting lightly. Then Liza sat down and had Havana move back until she was resting against Liz. Another handful of lotion was rubbed over Havana's chest, down both arms, and the top of her tender breasts. . We hit the apartment heading in two directions, her to the kitchen, me to the laundry room, each bent on keeping our lives neat and clean. I was folding clothes. I could back up, look into the kitchen see Lena’s jeans-clad form busy at the counter, preparing a meal. Domestic bliss, it was.I finished my task of putting away folded clothes, went into the kitchen, grabbed my wife in a bear hug from behind. Sometimes she squeals and protests. This time she sagged back into my arms.“I love the way. When I expected his insertion in me to be very soothing and ‘fulfilling’ for my pusssy; it was far from it. I was wondering whether he had become smaller or is not excited enough. Neither was true. My vagina had stretched and so did my desires. He was simply not to the mark. Nights passed by without much change. Some one suggested me yoga. I had to do something on my own as there was no way I could have increased his size. I had to do my best to bring back flexibility to my vaginal muscles.. Looking into her eyes, I saw real anger, fear and true sadness. Maybe I am a sick fuck, but I was forcing myself on my own mother and I was enjoying myself way to much. I was also in no hurry. I wanted to play with Mom for a little while. I moved my right hand to rest on her knee. Mom was wearing pantyhose and the feeling of her legs was another turn on for me. Although she was resisting, I kept on kissing Mom and began sliding my hand up her skirt touching her pussy feeling its warmth under.