I noticed this woman who was in her mid-forties. She was striking, but not in an overtly sexual or slutty way. Neither skinny nor plump, she was fairl... tall, and had an almost ethereal look, as though her mind were somehow elsewhere. She had very long hair, almost reaching her backside, and a long loose skirt, with an embroidered white blouse. In short, she could have been in the supermarket, at work or even in church and nobody would have batted an eyelid. A buffet had been laid out on a side. Tim and Chuck went to Sue's room and saw that she was still in only the very early stages of her labor. Sue normally had easy labor and she was eager for her new baby to arrive. The nurse came over and examined her again."Honey, you're coming along fine but it's going to be awhile before you get started good. I'll be back in awhile but you buzz us if you need help before then, " the nurse said as she walked out and left Sue alone with her two men. Little did the nurse know that the younger of. Rounded hips... and she hungers for you, stud."I put my lips next to his ear, still rubbing her clit. "Nice and easy, sir. Full strokes. Slow. No rush. Enjoy her cunt."Crawling back to her, I whispered, "Do you want him to stop?" I asked as I held her hands in place over her head. "No one is forcing you. Just say 'stop' and it will."She shook her head vehemently. "No! Please! Don't stop! I need this. Tell me it's OK. That I'm not a whore!" she said looking into my eyes. I rubbed her clit. 'They'll sleep till noon.'I turn to him and we kiss, his tongue going deep in my mouth, both hands now on my breasts. It's nice and I kiss him back, suck on his tongue, feel for his cock and stroke it lightly, loving its thick pulsing length in my hand, tease the foreskin back and forth.'How about a blow job, luv,' he asks.'Sure,' I reply. 'And will you return the favour?''You know it,' he says and we both laugh because often enough, once he has cum, he loses interest.Anyway, I'm happy to blow.