Like we were tasting something amazing for the first time.My mom took my cock in her hand and begin stroking slowly. I then I felt her stop, she reach...d up and turned my face towards her and crushed her lips against mine. Lyla took up stroking me. Then mom took her hand from my cheek and wrapped it around my shaft, above Lyla’s hand, and they began moving up and down together. Lyla grabbed my hair and pulled me away from my mom and kissed me again, just once, then she turned and kissed my. You scoot down in the chair and pull your legs up and apart, hands at your knees, opening your heated core up to my ravenous mouth as much as you can. The storm and your second orgasm hit at the same time; you with a wail, the storm with a flash and boom of thunder that makes us both jump. We both giggle. Another moment later and the rain starts to fall: a downpour, everything wet at once.I stand up and come around the side of the chair, semi-hard cock level with your mouth. Leaning forward you. .. I watch for you reaction... yep she like my touch that was definitely a sigh this time! So I will just leave my hand there & stroke those delicous nulon clad legs some more each time covering more & more of your fabulous leg. You slid forward in your seat to allow me to feel even more of your leg & raise your leg placing your stilletod heel between my leges resting on my seat... your heel is pressing into my groin & my growing bulge is really starting to get uncomfortable... but in an oh so. I could feel my husbands cum spilling inside me, warm, thick, disappointing. That was great, sugar, he moaned, kissing me on the lips. It was, I lied some more, I was becoming good at it. The best, Sir. My pet name for Marshal. His name sounded like a military rank, so when we were dating I would pretend to be his soldier and call him Sir. It made for some interesting experimentation in the bedroom, and even though five years of marriage had tamed our sex life, I had always found it satisfying..