He kept on fingering me and made me wild as hell, I started to cumm and I was moaning more and more now.Soon I came and he licked my drenched pussy. H... took off his boxers and asked me to rub his dick. I did so. He was becoming hornier and I could see that in his face. He was moaning too. He took his dick out of my hand and started to rub it on my clit. It felt so good.I wanted him to enter me now. He kept teasing my clit for some more time and then started to push his dick inside me. As I was. ”“Excellent, Peter, I see you are learning! Now, my panties are so wet, I think we’d better get you in position for a nice long worship session, under my dress.”Grateful that things had resumed some kind of normality, I went to work on her satin-covered pussy, with relief and devotion.For the next few weeks, life continued in a relatively predictable way, with a heavy workload next door, by day, and regular ‘servicing’ of my wife at night. In the meantime, I had ordered the deluxe ‘Queening’. It really was a beautiful body by any standard, and after stroking and squeezing her breasts for a few minutes, gently pinching her nipples, then tickling the lips of her pussy with her forefingers, she was terrifically aroused.She hadn't thought of Jonelle the whole time, being totally absorbed in a deep, sensual narcissism. But suddenly a whole flood of images came back to her, now that she was sexually overheated.Jonelle's sensual mouth, Jonelle's marvelous small new breasts, Jonelle's long. I crept up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist and hugged her."Morning Mum" I said, "I don't know which smells best - you or the food." Morning, you should be starving after all that exercise last night" she said, "Put me down and sit at the table and I'll get your breakfast"I squeezed her harder and kissed the back of her neck and with some nervousness I let my hands slide up her front and cup her breasts through her tee-shirt waiting for her to explode. On the contrary she covered.