I needed no more encouragement, and started gently squeezing my bellend until it was purple and twitching. I could feel her pants getting wet, and tho...ght she had already started to pee but it was her pussy juices. She was so turned on, her pussy was dripping wet and soaking her pants. She was still just gently stroking it against my face, although much faster now, and then she stopped. I knew what was about to happen, and I was incredibly aroused. The anticipation was a massive turn on in. The tone of her voice was sweet as always when she was talking to her son, but the truth is that she was full of frustration and maybe a little bit of anger, being interrupted in that moment of enthusiasm. She couldnt concentrate again now, so she just finished her shower, disappointed but determined to finish what she started after her son went to sleep. It didnt take long, Eric had a test in the morning so he went to bed earlier than usual. Alison knew that her body was in need of an orgasm. My pussy was dripping wet, its juices running down my leg -- literally. I pinched my own nipples through my blouse and bra, pulling on my piercings. I wanted to fucking cum so bad. I wanted her to cum even more.I kept fucking her with the vibrator. I rubbed her pussy with my other hand, up and down, squeezing her clit each time I passed it.She moaned louder -- was it a scream yet? Her motions became intense. I squatted down as low as I could. I pressed my face up against her pussy, sucking her. She had lived here for the last twelve years. Ever since she had returned from China. She had spent five years traveling all through Eastern Asia, something that normal white women did not do. But she was not normal by any stretch of the imagination.There in Asia, she had studied all matter of mystical arts. From the native Fakirs of India, monks of the Himalaya Mountains in Tibet, the shamans of the Mongols and the Shaolin temples of China, she had visited and learned.Not just the mystical.