I looked over at my husband. It was a good thing the TV was blocking his view. If he could see his son with his fingers deep in his mother's pussy, I ...on't really know what he would do. My whole body was starting to respond to his fingers. Without warning he pulled his fingers out of me. I felt disappointed. That didn't last long. My son started unbuttoning my dress. He started at the top button and was working his way down to the bottom button. As he was unbuttoning my dress I could feel the. We can help you with that; we have downloaded all the earth data charts for the area and have the test pattern ready to go," he replied. He turned around, "Mark each bore with the GPS numbers on the charts you have. Let's get started." Bob implied that you have an office close by that we might be able to use to correlate the data," Kathy added. "Are there any motels close by where we can spend the night? That would save six hours of traveling each day."Marcy called Holiday East to book the. " So you didn't party at all. Were you even intimate with anyone?" Just my fingers. My boyfriend was visiting and, well, I've told you about him."Karen looked at the list of questions in front of her and put down her pen. "I guess going through the questionnaire isn't really necessary today." Not really. I've been celibate for more than a week. And that was by intent, not by accident." That's got to be a record... for you."Devlin let that pass. "How did you like the party?" It was..." Karen. I shoved my body rhythmically against Phil's, filling my ass and cunt with his forceful wrist-thrusts. He propelled the dildo and his fingers into me even as I finished coming and went limp on the couch. My whole body seethed and throbbed with post-orgasmic bliss as Phil let his hands slow down; he eased the dildo gradually into my asshole again and I whimpered in pleasure; then he forced his fingers into my cunt to join it. I grunted with each tiny thrust he made into me; my ass and pussy.