She was almost beside herself with lust as she eyed her eldest son's long, semi-hard cock. Matt teasingly stroked her big conical nipples and worked t...em into long erect nubs."You'd love to get off, wouldn't you, Mom?" he asked softly."Yes, honey, I would," Donna confessed helplessly, "but do you think we should? Terry and Bernie might come looking for us." No chance," Matt said. "You hear the mower? They've moved around to the front yard now. That'll take almost an hour."Donna shivered with. A ripple of pleasure coursed through her body at the recollection of that moment--and of the recalled joys she bad experienced the remainder of their stay at the mountain cabin and the nights which had followed it in hers and Howard's marital bed.Oh, things were so wonderful now! They were making love two and three times a night, every night, and finding new and exciting and wild pleasures each and every time. Why, only last night they had lain in the classic sixty-nine position for over an. ......,” I repeated involuntarily.I bucked and bucked against my restraints, but the fingers inside me never missed a beat, the flicking of my clit was meticulous, even at the height of climax. My bucking became more violent, more furtive as my orgasm subsided, but the stimulation continued unabated. There would be no post-orgasmic respite, just more stimulation of my pulsing cunt and clit. Teasingly, the speed of the thrusting fingers began to slow, a depraved decrescendo, until finally they. One she was giving pleasure,one she was denying it. The man’s hand moved momentarily away from her vagina as ittravelled down the top of her thigh hoisting her shot dress up as it moved underneath it,revealing a slight view of the suspenders she was wearing to Pete and anyone else whohappened to be watching them. His fingers came to rest underneath her dress on top ofher lacy underwear for a second before he pulled it aside uncovering Anna’s soakedvagina below. His fingers now felt her soft.