When she arrived at the gallery Lucy came running up breathlessly waving her hands at her. She knew she was late but not that late. So, why was Lucy s... eager to speak to her? ‘Sorry I’m late,’ Leigh said nonchalantly. She knew her friend and owner of the gallery where she gladly volunteered to help twice a week wouldn’t care if she was late or not. Lucy simply dismissed her apology impatiently. Okay, that’s odd, Leigh thought. She knew for a fact that her friend never lost her patience which. Stilettos in bed are sexy, don't you think?So is a naked, beautiful, muscled man with his arms open. I sissiedto the bed and threw myself into his arms.We kissed a little as Mark explored my body with his hands. I thinkhe liked what he felt. I have great legs and a better bottom. Hespent some time exploring both.Then he decided that my bra was too confining for me. He reachedbehind me and unhooked it expertly. Oh, how I would have liked tohave flopped out two C-cup, brown-nippled puppies for. He'd try and get me to quit the gym, the Literary Society and he would probably even try to get me to stop running. He gets that way with any man I meet and talk to so I've learned not to tell him."I had been counting on that. All I had to do now was cement the friendship and make it grow until the Christmas party.It was a Tuesday and we were sipping coffee following the Literary Society meeting when I said:"How do you feel about deliberately tweaking your husbands nose at the company Christmas. He loved the feel of the end of his cock, splitting his mothers pussy and feeling her juices engulf him. Ever so slowly he pushed as his mother lifted her hips.Their kiss never broke until he was all the way into her, he could feel his balls on her body, and his cock buried in the sweet warm wetness.They moved together, Robert nearly drawing his cock out of his mother's pussy then moving back in, Nancy letting him with draw his cock but with his down stroke she raised her hips to give him easy.