They exchanged curious looks. With her look, Heather attempted to convey, “I can’t believe I’m getting ready to do this.” Mitch’s respondin... look seemed to say, “If you must, you must.” Then, she licked her lips and thrust her friend’s cock inside her mouth. Poor Mitch. The sensation, and the situation, was just overwhelming. He didn’t last long. Before Heather knew what was happening, Mitch’s cum was flooding into her mouth and pouring down her throat. It tasted good. She kept sucking,. (Should I get braver i asked myself) I lay quiet slowly beating off. I moved and laid my hand over her waist. Again she didn't move. (She was still sleeping) Moving right up against her warm body. She didn't move. I touched her stomach; she rolled to her back as her arm fell to her side. (Her hand was just inches away from my hard dick) her titties were not like a woman of 44. They stood out straight. No sag in those breasts. The areola are about the size of a 1/2 dollar & nipples like AA. I’d wanked off a couple of times but I still had a set of lover’s bollocks painful enough to make me walk like I’d just got off a horse. What I saw made my already hard dick jerk to attention and painfully remind me just how sore my balls were.She was dressed in shinny red and purple latex that looked like it had been sprayed on. The purple tube top hugged her upper body and she obviously didn’t wear a bra underneath. The top finished just below her perfect tits and showed about 12 inches of. We stand locked together as I caress your breasts, your nipples hardening into firm points beneath my palms. My left hand leaves your breast, moving lower, across your belly, and slowly eases further down into the perfect triangle of your pubic tuft, light brown, sparse and soft against my fingertips.You moan as my hand eases between your thighs, finding you hot and wet, sliding further within, entering you, stroking, finding your most sensitive spots. You sag against me as your knees become.