She pushed her tummy into my bulging pants as she did the tie for me. Fuck, her big tits were bulging out right in front of me. I was sweating.She han...ed me the jacket and I put it on. Fit perfectly, too. She finished her wine as the taxi pulled in the driveway."Let's go," she said as she gestured to the front door."Mom, you look so... beautiful... so..." I mumbled sheepishly."So smoking hot?" she teased."Yes," I nodded. My aching cock agreed.The evening was a blur. In the cab her skirt was up,. "What's wrong?"With a shake she smiled at me, "Sorry... nothing, just a muscle twinge,don't worry I'm fine. Lets do this and go huh." Now it was my turn to frown. Wasn't this all her idea and now she seemedoff the whole thing. Taking my hand she led me into a small Italian bistro and across to atable where a guy was fidgeting nervously and with a start jumped to hisfeet as we approached. First impression was he was pretty good looking. Trim, about six foot,sort of trendy architect look in the. Her pussy quivering and throbbing at her son, her asshole catching sun rays as she pushed it forward, it presses against the fabric of her thong and mark her son could make out the wrinkled texture as it imprinted on her bathing suit.Laura’s need to come became too much and she decided she’d go In. And give herself the release that had built to breakwater.She jumped up, reached beneath her and pulled her thong from deep inside her pussy and out of her ass. She came to the sliding door that led. She knew that Greta must be satisfied getting it from her husband Ronald so many times in just two nights. Still, she knew it was just not enough because the mystery was gone from the relationship and the couple was utterly bored even in the middle of a luxury cruise.In a way, Betsy felt obligated to bring some spice into their lives by creating the scenario of a threesome in the big bed with her in the middle and giving them both some memories that would last a very long time.They had the.