He started stroking her hair, letting it fall through his fingers. He loved to play with her curls. She tilted her head up and kissed his jaw line. ...is hand slipped under her shirt and brushed her nipple and it stood at attention. He gently began to pinch it and roll it between his fingers. His free hand moved down her body and under her skirt. The tips of his fingers touched her pussy and he felt how wet she was. He began to rub her clit thru the thin , soft fabric. Her hips started to. I laid on the bed and waited. She kept me waiting for almost an hour. When she came back, she immediately shut the door. She said, “I was with my son. Every night, we talk things”. Seeing paintings on the wall, I said, “Did you made them?”. She replied, “Yes. I made them when I was in college”. I said, “They are so nice”.She laid on the bed facing me. I looked at her lips and cleavage. She caught me staring at her cleavage and said, “I miss Shiv’s dad so much. But he could never become a good. In a matter of minutes his eyes began to roll to the back of his head. "You are gonna fucking cum for me you little cheating bastard!" I grunted at him. I reached down and slapped his face. Our juices were flowing freely as I felt my entire crotch and thighs dripping wet and sticky. "open your mouth you bastard!" I shouted at him. Wanting his release he willingly obeyed without a word. As he did so looking me dead in the eye. I placed my left hand on his stomach for balance while I. And seized her by the shoulders....bend her over the horny dude's leg...And tried to drag his engorgement from the persistent compression of her lips....push up that slutty dress...And discovered his backward maneuver was no match for the titanic roughness....spread her thighs apart...And felt the slippery fingers which had rubbed her slit, join the others in mooring his shaft to the buoyant bob of her mouth....and fuck that tight tease of a cunt...And thrashed under the relentless, prick.