He is about to tell her that its really sexy when he can just feel her smooth, soft ass, but when he looks down at her he realizes why he is feeling s... much pleasure. He had been distracted and unable to concentrate on what she was doing because it felt so good. Without him realizing, she had unbuttoned his shirt and was making her way all over his abs and chest with her warm tongue. Her soft lips grazed his skin. He wanted to moan with each lick, but he had to be quiet. She could feel him. It was all he could do to keep her from bucking him off.He moved lower still, his fingers paving the way for his mouth to get at her drenched sex. She responded almost violently, her fingers snatching at his hair as she hissed his name through clenched teeth. He didn't need any more encouragement, as he slipped a finger into her silken recesses."Oh, my God," she cried, grinding into his face. "I can't stand it." Yes, you can," he laughed, looking up at her impassioned face."Shut up and finish. Moira burst through the door placing all of her bags onto the chair next to the only free table in the large room. Various items of study—a skeleton, field tools, compasses and maps—littered the remaining desks and tables. On the far side of the room, in a dimly lit glass case stood the idol. It was approximately two feet high and very thick. The material it was made from was still be determined, but it was assumed that it was another form of gold, mostly from the extreme weight and pliability.. On many evenings I did my best to mimic exactly what Mom was wearing but not tonight. I liked the idea of trying something new and the justification of the weather made sense. I pulled out a pair of Mom’s white nylon panties and slid into them. Then I dug out her white half-slip and pulled that up my legs and over her panties and hopped in bed. I played with myself for quite a while, rubbing and sliding Mom’s silky half-slip over her panties. The heat made it difficult to sleep so I figured I.