The only time she got to see him was when the lightening crashed, which seemed to be more than usual, so she was fine with it. A flash of light burst ...hrough the small window and she saw his dick. It had to be nine inches long. She quickly ran her nails from the bottom of his legs up to his thighs. She traced around his cock but did not touch it, teasing him more and more. Samantha closed in on his dick. She breathed on it, sending chills up Chriss spine. She licked the tip noticing the. I almost laughed at her. She was wiping herself with her fingers as she said, "well, it really is a good thing I let you do that in me. Look at how much came out. Imagine how much must still be inside me!" She lifted her hand and she had a handful of my creamy goodness on her fingers. I thought I would die when I heard her licking and sucking on them. "Mmmm." she moaned softly. "Good stuff" she said with a giggle. "Now, let's get some sleep, OK?" "Sounds good to me mom" I replied. Ten minutes. I walked her home and poured her into bed. By the time her head hit the pillow, she was out. I went back to Mike’s house to watch the rest of the display. I sat next to Vicky over on the far side of the yard. She leaned over and asked where my wife was. I told her that she was home snoring. “Good you can be my husband for the rest of the night” “ohhh, be careful what you wish for” we laughed. The show was over and we continued to drink as the kids played in the pool. Around 11 it was. In the house where I boarded was a really nice looking MILF – although back then the term MILF wasn’t formed – who managed the house. She was in her late 30s and always seemed to be wearing classic English lady clothes, such as a skirt, tights or stockings (from what we could see) a blouse and jacket. Her titties were always hidden but she showed some cleavage, and with her hair up (blonde hair) she always looked good.She had an office that had its back to the male toilets – so with a certain.