You must have felt me looking at you because you state “I am inspecting my property”, and then you reach down to the bottom of my slit and take my...juices and rub them up and over my clit. You repeat this action over and over until I think I might cum from this alone. Yet again you pause, and as I wonder what is next you replace your fingers with your mouth on my swollen clit and I cry out immediately in release as my orgasm shakes my body, “ahhhhhhhhh”. I can feel my juices flowing now and you. Rather than barge in the back entrance directly into the control room, Estaria went into the main entrance and walked the small maze of corridors back to the window looking into the control room. Peeking through the tinted glass, he saw Margret, in a chair, leaning back as she ran her hands over her nipples. Her legs draped over the Chief of Detective's shoulders as he vigorously lapped her pussy, running his tongue from her wet opening up and over her clit. Margret was responding with a. But we knew it was just friendship and nothing else. It was during one such time that we had gone for a movie and we were talking while watching the film.As we did not want to disturb the audience, we were whispering into each other’s ear. This was close and as it is, we were sitting very close to each other. Just then, by mistake, both our heads turned towards each other and our lips touched. A current ran down my spine. And I could feel her hand tighten on my hand.Our instant reaction was to. For the whole last night I have been thinking about my son's handsome cock and I knew my pussy desperately wanted it. But then I was not sure whether my son would like to fuck an aged pussy of his mother. The magazine in front of me convinced me that my son also wants to fuck his mom's cunt. Just imagining that my son would have been thinking about fucking his own mom, my pussy again started twitching and I again had to use my fingers to relieve the aching in my cunt. Later I hid the magazine.