The watcher came in close and knelt to capture the moment of insertion.When they stopped dancing, a question in their eyes, the watcher knew they were...thinking they needed to get somewhere more private. He immediately gave them another simple instruction. "Stay," and they started slowly dancing once again. They held on to each other gazing into each other's eyes, immersed in the sensations of his cock ensconced inside her. She lifted herself ever so slightly and then slowly lowered herself,. "Sorry," she said. "I'll explain. Your trousers are folded, my knickers are intact, not torn or shredded, my stockings are good to use again, all the buttons on your shirt are intact and there's a condom tied off and in the bin. We can conclude that this was consensual sex. Get it?"Tony still looked a little puzzled. "You mean if stuff was scattered about or torn it might look like something else." Exactly. I'm not saying that you have to be obsessional about covering your tracks, but use your. Mom reached down and pulled the crotch of her suit aside exposing the rest of what I had been dreaming of. My god, my mothers slit was fantastic looking. She had these full looking lips to her pussy that just stood out begging to be suckled on, they were even slightly darker than the rest of her skin so they really stood out. I groaned again and just went face first into the slit that gave birth to me. She was wet and musky and I was ready to cum just by being there. Mom let me just lap and. I stood in a seductive way and asked him whether I could arrange the meals for him. He agreed out of spell. I remained in the dress not caring to cover my tummy or my blouse clad tits and arranged his meals. His eyes were all over my body while I was doing all that. I bent in front of him for a handful of times to serve him and to show him my cleavage. He wasn’t talking at all. He would not give me eye contact but I knew his eyes were all over me. I could see him squeeze his cock a few times in.