"No touching until you're naked too."Jessica stepped back and tugged at the silk cord that held her kimono closed. The robe gaped, and the next thing ... knew she was naked"Kiss me," she whispered. I pulled her down on top of me on the couch so that I could hump the long loveliness of her silken body as I sealed my lips around hers. Our tongues engaged in a soft, sensuous dance that made the blood pulse in my veins. Her flat, firm belly jerked slightly, tickled by the small drops of lubricating. In my sudden arousal I almost forgot what we were doing in the motel and the Maria was standing in the doorway watching us. I sat her down on the edge of the bed got on my knees and pulled her oversized t-shirt over her head. She has on a lacey red sheer bra with the clasp in front. I take that off and she shook her tits free. I sucked on the right and then the left. Her nipples began to peak in my mouth as I suckled pressing her nipples with my tongue against the roof of my mouth. Then I go. .leaving Cindy totally frustrated. So, sex with her husband was (for him, at least) just a form of masturbation; and her vagina was merely the instrument for doing so; and she'd feel used, rather than loved, or valued, or cherished, or even lusted after! With Willis, none of the above applied. With Willis, Cindy felt very much desired, and cherished, and valued. Willis quite literally lavished every bit of his sexual energies onto her---and even when he came (which, in contrast to her husband,. My mom didn't have any tan lines around her tits or waist, which made me wonder how such a golden goddess tanned herself nude...in a tanning salon? In our back yard where our neighbors could see? In public on the beach? Whatever the case, I started kissing and licking her soft, pale nipples as I was ravished by her giant yet soft tits. I'm enthralled by my mom's long, slightly curly, sandy blonde hair, so I let go of her neck and told her to sit up. Obediently, she did. And as I continued to.