The head in her mouth and some suction. Tongue working around the bottom and popped it out with a suction sound. Could hear the slurping and the pop o...er and over.She looked at me, " I want you to get the first one finished, that gives me a longer time with the second". I did not say a word and let her blow me. When I came she jerked me of and let it spray everywhere. She used the cover to clean her hand and me. I tossed the covers in the floor and sucked her breast. Nice nipples and they were. Delicious. She moaned. Finally he was in her all the way. Holding it there. His pubis against her pussy. Pushing deeper still. Unbelievably deep. Impossibly big. Then he pulled back slowly. And thrust forcefully, deep again. Several times. He held a moment longer then his thrusts increased, faster, harder. At last he was fucking her. She knew he was giving into his need, to his desire for her, as his hips moved quicker. Impossibly, she felt another climax building. She felt him. ‘I’m Eleanor Charlton and you can call me Eleanor.’ Her smile was all Robert Thompson needed to see to know he had found what he was looking for. ‘I’ll look forward to talking to you some more when the dinner and formalities are finished.’ he said directly. Eleanor leaned back slightly and took stock of the imposing figure in front of her. Somehow, she was intrigued by what she saw and would like to know more about this big, rough-edged man. ‘Let’s do that.’ she said brightly. ‘Excuse me, I’ve. Now I'm a grown woman of thirty-eight, although still attractive for all that, I'd raised a son and had seen his naked body many times, but the sight of his half erect tool poking out of his pyjamas sent a tingle through my pussy. Mumbling something about getting dressed Sean headed upstairs with my eyes locked onto his cock until it was out of view. With a shiver I tried to get back to my cleaning, but now I was haunted by the memory of my son's cock.In the end I gave up any pretence of trying.