This allowed my wife and I to relax and enjoy our lives together. We had no k**s, we were 35 and 36 years old, and had a very spontaneous and kinky s...x life. We would end up having sex in different places, being bold at times and not really concerned about getting caught. We would have sex in theaters, in the car, interstate rest stops, and various other places. We also would go to some adult theaters now and then and watch porn and watch others have sex and of course fuck our own brains. " She said, with a slight giggle.The drive back to Clare's house was nothing but times back in high school, at least for Clare. It was what happened after high school for Annie. Clare was surprised that such a home town girl was so diverse in things outside of the town. Clare felt a bit of jealousy deep down in her gut. "What's wrong?" Annie asked, but Clare just shook her head. "It's nothing. Just thinking what I should make myself for dinner." Clare said, even though she knew it was an. My hand takes your hand and uses it to continue to lightly brush and strum my pussy and clit for a bit, your slightly rough fingers feeling magical on my smoothness. “Oh honey, I love your touch so much,” I moan out in between other nonsensical noises, my knees feeling like they want to buckle under me. I separate your middle finger from the rest and for one brief instant allow it to penetrate my molten hot, slick, quivering depths before removing it, covered with my warm juices. I let your. I noticed immediately that the material of the turtleneck, soft as it was, settled very closely over Mom's breast, beautifully molding its sculptured, braless form. All motivation to leave dissipated. Instead, I watched Mom's breast jostle about with each breath for the next three or four minutes, especially where her nipple protruded under the white turtleneck. The more I watched, the better defined it seemed to become and I wondered if that was because Mom was breathing a little faster and.