The feel of the vibrator climbing towards her lips, only to veer away at the last moment, was creating a sense of anticipation that she rarely had the...pleasure to experience.I held her swollen nub gently between my teeth and flicked my tongue over the tip of her clit. I could feel her body shaking, hear her moans, and I squeezed her thighs with my hands as I pulled her against my mouth. I glanced up and saw her staring in the mirror. Her eyes would squeeze tightly shut for a moment, but then. Reaching out, he pulls you closer still, almost into his lap, dr****g his cloak around you to ward off the slight chill. Your lips brush his cheek, his ear, and he smiles, wrapping one arm around you. "I missed you." he says quietly, settling back against the cushions, pulling you over him. "I missed you, too." comes your soft reply, before your lips return to his ear. "I want you." you whisper, and there is enough hunger in your voice that a chill runs up his spine, and he feels himself. To try and keep it short I'll tell you briefly the highlights of my sex life from age 14 up to now. I haven't used any real names and changed enough detailsto insure my anonymity, and with all the changes I'vemade you should just consider this story to be fiction, although basically it's not.When I was f******n I met Tom, my future and now ex-husband. Tom was s*******n and had a car. So after the normal kissing and feeling things that teens do, I gave my first blowjob. I didn't like it and felt. I told her that I was sexually attracted to her and I found her so hot and sexy. Mom blushed again. I promised her that I will give her all the happiness she deserves and will complete all her fantasies.Her hands were on my back at that time. I held her hand and put it on my boob and pressed her hand over my boob. Mom was hesitating a lot in doing that, but ultimately I convinced her. Mom started pressing my boobs and had a different kind of spark in her eyes. The thought of my mom playing with.