‘Here, want to try?’ ‘Sure,’ she said as she took the sander, making small circular movements on the desk. He moved behind her, her heart quic...ening as he put his hand on hers. ‘For the best finish you want long, smooth strokes. Like this.’ Damn. Who knew woodworking could sound so, so erotic! Their hands moved the sander back and forth on the desk. She felt a quick jolt of pleasure as the dust catcher on the vibrating sander brushed against her. It sent her mind reeling and caused her to jump. As I rubbed and clutched his astonishingly rigid piece, I lightly rocked my own stiff dick against his back and butt. Not surprisingly Chris finally fluttered awake, and after a quick moment said “Mmm, good morning”. I replied with the standard morning greeting as well, not at all stopping what I was doing. He turned his face towards mine in an awkward bend and our lips met. I kissed him hard and deeply, my tongue filling his mouth, swirling and flicking. His eyes closed and he fell into his. She grabbed the lube again and starting jamming handfuls into her shit-hole. “Oh God, that feels so fucking good!” She moaned.We were both greased up and ready for whatever Mom had in mind, and she didn’t keep me wondering for long. She straddled my fuck-stick, lined up her back hole, and dropped on me, taking my full length to the balls in one downward movement. “Ohhh yeeaaahhh!” She hissed.I was waiting for her to fuck me, but she just sat there with cock wedged hard in her gorgeous ass. She. She liked men, liked sex, had quite a lot of experience, and was able to make that fact known to Walt, almost from the very beginning. The sexual relationship she'd enjoyed with Captain Webb had given her an appreciation for having some romantic attachment in her relationships.In her youth, she had been overexposed to sex, but not to any of the trappings surrounding romantic attachment. She enjoyed those trappings, enjoyed being pursued, being appreciated as more than just an easy piece of ass..