She continued to look me in the eye as she pulled the t-shirt over her head to reveal her soft, pale full-nippled breasts. "Do you like my boobs?" she...asked, placing her hands beneath them and jiggling them. "Whether or not I like your boobs, is not the issue... " I began. "I can tell you do, Doctor, by the fact that your dick is getting really stiff in your pants again," she giggled. "I wish you weren't such a party-pooper and would come skinny-dipping with me. I'd love to get a look at that. "What . . . What are you doing?" Leary said. "I just have to feel . . . ME. Or the me I knew. It'snot the same using some one elses hands. The feel . . . well itisn't the same. It gives me a different kind of reaction,Gretchen said. "Yeah. I know the what you're referring to. You'dbetter stop before you find it impossible to stop, Leary said. "I feel that now. I want it back. I want to touch itall," Gretchen said as she ran both of her manly hands up anddown the. Within seconds he appeared in her private chat room. They exchanged pleasantries, asked basic questions, age, location, marital status, etc. They were both divorced, he 46, she 42, both missing a little something from life. She lived in California, he in Florida. She thought, ‘Ok, no threat, I can chat with this guy, have a little fun.’ They talked for a long time in the chat room. When they got ready to sign off, neither wanted to say goodbye. They agreed they would find each other the next. Suzy whimpered as her son's hands followed the curve of her ass and his fingers converged between her legs. Jason felt the soft lace of her panties against his fingertips and kept going. The heat from her body radiated out from her pussy. Jason pressed his middle finger against the soft material, pushing it against his mother's throbbing pussy. He could feel the moistness of her pussy as he gently rubbed her.Suzy let out another moan as her son touched her. Her breathing increased. Jason's lips.