I knew she was too. We were nowhere near our sexual climax but that didn’t matter somehow. The sense of union, not just with each other but with the...ALL continued. That was what mattered. My lingam was still deep inside her yoni but that just didn’t matter. It didn’t matter physically to me and I knew it didn’t matter to Zena either. My being in her was, at this point, purely symbolic. I felt no need to keep thrusting. I just relaxed. She did likewise. The transcendent state I was in was like. She lay on the cot and I was still sitting on the floor and my full this are visible to her and my top is all bare. My man hood is wet with pre cum and coming out from the towel. The slowly I tried to do something. I asked her if she is not feeling well. She told her back is paining and her head is with full pain as she has Migraine and there were no tablets to get rid of that. I thought this is a chance and asked if I can do little Massage. She instantly agreed as she was already hot. I then. She giggled at him, “it seems you are very happy to be here with me”, as she looked directly at his bulging crotch. Without another word he took her hand and placed it on his cock, her eyes opened wide as it felt huge and rock hard. He started using her hand to rub it but quickly took his hand away as she need no help continuing.Leaning close he whispered in her ear, “if you want, we can go back to our apartment then we could continue”. She kept her hand on his cock but leaned in so she was at. "The next thing, I knew Matt was pulling me to him and kissing me. Maybe,it was the wine, or maybe it was this fine specimen of a man in front ofme, but I found myself kissing back.After a few second of deep kissing, I pulled back. "Matt, I'm old enoughto be your mother." I don't care Mrs. T. You are so beautiful." And pulled me back and westarted kissing again. After a few minutes, I noticed that his hand hadmoved to my knee, and he was starting to rub my nylon covered leg.This was so.