As he ate her, his hand went up to her breasts from underneath her nighty, squeezing her melons.After a round of eating pussy, they began kissing each...other- gently at first, then turning wild. Mom’s hands went on his cock, stroking them over his pants and eventually getting the lion out of its den. She stroked it again, before taking it into her mouth and sucking on it like a toddler sucks on a lollipop. Grabbing his balls as she sucked him dry and deep, she seemed to enjoy.Meanwhile, I. As if reading my mind, he trailed his fingers like feathers up my inner thighs and teased my wet slit. In a positive, assured tone, he told me to spread my legs. Again, without hesitation I obeyed. Grinning, he asked if I would trust him to do something that I would really enjoy. I quickly agreed.Holy hell, have I lost my mind? What has this man done to me?“Close your eyes and be still.”I could not resist him. Nor did I want to. I closed my eyes and waited. Then I felt a silky material cover my. ” Then she surprised me by turning the tables and taking control of the conversation. “Do you want him to put his hand on my pussy?” I said yes dear. “Ok, I will let him rub my pussy.” Then she text that she was placing her hand on his cock and rubbing it. “He is trying to slide his finger under my panties. Do you want me to let him?” I typed as fast as I could, “Yes dear.” Then she wrote he was sliding one finger between her slippery lips and caressing her mound. “Do you want him to. I expected this particular club to either be packed, or dead - being the Saturday before Christmas, I knew it would be a flip of the coin. Sadly when I got there, the realization that the later was the case. I went in, and danced a little bit, had a drink and realized there was only perhaps 30 people there. I was slightly down when I got back to my car, realizing that it would be another night with nothing happening except a date with my computer and a trip here. I thought for a second and.