Her moans of pleasure match mine. Mine match hers. She surrounds me, engulfing me in her wetness, drawing me into her, becoming one. Her fingers trace...lines of passion down my back. We roll in the mist boiling and flowing with it. Deep inside her, our tongues dance from mouth to mouth, moans climb higher in our throats. Backs arch, giving, accepting, together we explode in a mist of frenzied passion. Her cries pour out…’Ohhhhh myyy Godddddd’ she cries in her sleep as we both awaken clasped. Look at you looking all sexy!She inserted a winking emoji. Johnny quickly typed back:Johnny: I am sexy, girl. How's my girl been?She wanted to see his manhood again so bad. But that question took her back a bit. They got love for each other but not that much.I'm good, Johnny. I'm good.She finished typing with a coy smile on her face. She was getting a little horny. She then got another text from Johnny:Johnny: That's good. I miss you, baby mama. She silently said "Awww." She kind of missed him. During the whole journey, I was just complimenting them for their looks which made them blush and giggle a lot while I had to try and control myself.At last, we reached the party and I was introduced to her friends as a cousin, which was authenticated by Payal and after some time few of her friends started flirting with me while few were ignoring me. Slowly I started mingling with everyone, congratulating the bride.After sometime Megha and I hit the dance floor, as we start to dance the floor. Tracy was an old friend of Nick’s Mom and she insisted it was the least she could do. She had plenty of room and neither she nor her two daughters would mind having him as a house-guest.As he stepped up to the doorstep of the large house with his bags, and heard the cab pull away, he smiled and tingled with excitement, thinking about the days and possibilities that awaited.A few moment after he pressed the doorbell, the door opened and there she was – Tracy Burnwell, one of the hottest MILFs on.