" Jim, we have to be careful about this. No one can ever find out about this. I want to keep fucking you too, but we have to be very careful whenever ...e decide to do this again. Can you understand that?" Yeah, mom, I get it. I just want you so much, I can't help when I want to fuck you." We can't be sloppy about this and you sound too anxious. I think it'll be better if I let you know when we can fuck. Ok." All right, but this is gonna be hard. Speaking of hard. Can you feel me growing inside. As I’d half expected Anna had prepared our bedroom for a little intimate time. She had a bottle of opened wine on the fireplace bench with glasses, a small fire going in the fireplace, and the guitar she’d given me shortly after her quinceanera leaning against the wall.With a smile I picked up the guitar and softly sang “Getting You Home” just to set the mood for the remaining activities before we fell asleep.After breakfast, the next morning we showed off our treasures from Santa Fe. All the. I open my legs and raise my skirt up my thighs to a point where anyone looking might be lucky and catch a glimpse of my wet pussy.I can see that hubby approves from a bulge straining against thin lightweight summer trousers.The thought of what we will do later makes me feel sensationalAs I glance around, I notice another guy good looking mature on his own at a table perfectly positioned to watch my exhibitionThis excites me even more and I feel it rushing through my bodyI choose not to make. Clockwise circles, fast and furious against your clit. My face buried against you providing the lubricant for your barrage. Your other hand pulling my head tight against you, sucking on your pussy lips; pulling, twisting and biting each. My tongue shooting in and out. My pace matching yours as my fingers slide deep inside of you. Massaging the spongy ridges of your g-spot. Feathery hard stokes curling against the top of your vagina while matching the pressure of the outer rotation. The "come.