Well I guess that was the signal he was waiting for and all he needed to hear. On the next run up my thigh with his hand he keep coming higher and run...his finger tips over the lips of my pussy. As wet as I was by now I know he felt it and sure enough he said, "Damn, mom, you're sure wet. Is this turning you on that much?" Without thinking about my answer I said, "Yes, Mark, it is and you can touch me more if you want baby." Well again that's all it took because the next feeling I had was Mark's. I couldn't see the pendant swinging on it's chain and teasing her, but I knew it was there beneath her skirt, the thought made me tingle, the feeling of power over another is intoxicating, to know the submissive you control wants to obey, even if your demands are unknown to them in advance, that is the ultimate exhilaration.For a while I lay back, eyes closed and pictured my girl walking, the pendant nudging her, not hard enough to hurt, but more than enough to be a constant reminder, a source. I used to say to him shes anybodies if I suck her tits. . He copied me & took her hand and wrapped it around his cock and started wanking with her hand.I signalled for him to watch me as I removed my hand and Joan kept on wanking me. So he did the same and she kept wanking his aswell. What a sight that was seeing her doing that? After a few minutes I broke my promise. I thought if she didn't want me to show him a bit more she'd have put a pair of Jeans on not a short skirt that buttoned up the. The man then crawled between Mrs. Jones legs and positioned himself so that his cock was right at the opening of her pussy. With one thrust he was halfway inside her, and then with another he was inside her to the hilt. Jason could now see Mrs. Jones legs sticking up lewdly in the air, with the moons of the man's ass between them, moving up and down, beginning the slow primal thrust, as Mrs. Jones begin to writhe and undulate her ass beneath him. The man leaned down and kissed Mrs. Jones.