I lowered my tongue onto her clit and wiggled it around a couple of times getting the desired effect I was looking for, when she had finished grinding...her pussy into my face I lifted my hand and jammed two fingers all at once inside of her hot dripping pussy, the scream that escaped from her lips was a pure turn on to me and I dripped pre-cum from my cock in huge amounts. She thrust her hips toward my fucking fingers panting and breathing in short little bursts, I leant my face down towards her. ...She stood above me, gently lowering her body she said, “This never happened, ok?”I held my breath as her glorious hair covered cunt come into contact with my swollen head. It gently pieced her lips, struggling to get inside, this, despite how wet she felt.“Oh shit” she gasped, her head sinking to my shoulder. “No, no I can’t”.....“You’re just too big, and I’ve had nothing but my fingers inside for years...” she trailed off.It was too late for me, I placed my hands on her hips and gently. "He did. Duck L'orange is NOT an easy dish, but it tasted as good as it did in Paris when we went there for a family vacation. So did everything else. He confessed to running short on time, and buying the tirimisu at a local restaurant, but we never finished it. Somehow, we decided that we'd make a delicious dessert of the other.We start by kissing and without words, we slowly drift to the bedroom, we slip into it and as the door slowly shuts behind us, his hands begin to flow as he softly. She knows she is pretty. Big piercing eyes like her daughter’s and full lips that look sweet and wet waiting to be kissed.Initally I had no feelings for her and just used to call her Ma. She is not the huggy kissy type of woman and she always covers herself up and one would rarely get to see the cleavage. She watches all the English dramas and is quite western but follows all cultural and religious rituals. Going temple and what not. So one can only imagine if anything would happen between.