No time was wasted, as he claimed her breasts with passionate need. His palms massaged her perfect globes of flesh, as his mouth alternated between ea...h tight nipple. His tongue would circle each perky tit in turn. With each suck he'd pull back, applying just enough tension to make it sting, pleasurably. Ever so often, he would gently bite each erect nipple.Gemma responded with hissing breaths, and tilting back her head. Each time she did she'd arch her body. Pushing her breasts up, and out to. Everything about a woman excited Mitchell, including the different body parts—the breasts, the vagina, the shapeliness of a woman’s figure. He loved to see a woman’s nipples, the different sizes and colors of the nipple. The pubic hair on the vagina—shaved, semi-shaved or more bush, it didn’t matter to Mitchell. He loved a woman’s shapely ass as much as her sensitivity. For this reason, Mitchell also found it difficult to stay with only one woman. In this sense, Mitchell was experimenting in. “You sure you don’t want to touch my cock, mom?” I asked. “Just touch it?”She wasn’t really sure, I could tell. She bit her lower lip. Her finger moved more quickly over her clit. Finally, she got on her knees and leaned over my cock. Her face was inches away. She took the finger that had been rubbing her pussy and used it to draw a line on my cock. I stopped rubbing and my cock fell backward against me. Mom rubbed my dick some more, long strokes up and down the length of it, stopping sometimes. Just as the moment reached its crescendo, Claire allowed her eyes to close before Olivia gave her hips a squeeze through the silk of her dress and broke away, clinching her lips to smooth away her friend’s lip gloss.*It was only a short taxi hop back to Olivia’s place. “Lee’s away training for the week,” she had insisted a number of times during the ride as if she could sense Claire’s nervousness.It took her a few attempts to unlock her own door, signs showing that it had taken her a few shots.