She could feel the warmth growing deep inside her. Flooding through her body, her skin and fingers so tingly. His hand slipped to the buttons on the d...ess and undid them one at a time. Each one building the intensity of her sensations, Soon he would be able to feel her flesh, the desire she had deep inside.Wanda could feel his excitement growing. He was pressing on her leg, the swelling. So hard and thick it seemed. God how she longed to free it. Her hands slid over his chest. His breath was. My hands cup my little boobs and rub. My fingers glide over my sweaty flesh. My nipples get hard and I stroke them for a minute before giving a little gasp. One hand stays on a boob and the other slides down to my sweaty mound.Between my sweat and the juice my pussy is starting to make, my finger shoots between my lips and rubs around. My fingertip finds my opening and slides in easily. I start a slow fucking while pinching my nipple. I'm making myself wet and hot, getting close to cumming.Then. But it didn't follow him to the grave. It lived on in his lurid writings on the hard-drive and in the driving lust it sparked in my loins for my son's hard-on. Now that he was gone, it seemed almost a double loss as the lover he might have become to me. Now we could never know that joy. But through reading his fantasies I was able at least to masturbate dreaming of my boy fucking me. Then I began to create my own "what if" dreams of incest. It got so intense I had to stop.I thought I had put. The four of us were there for about an hour and a half, and we did spend most of that time discussing “customer first” related subjects, but Abby was also clearly working on getting my attention. Susan never said anything about it to me, but Alex would confront me on it, and I simply said, “I never noticed.”Which I’m not sure he ultimately bought.When we all decided that dinner was finished, we settled our bills and exited the restaurant. Outside we exchanged goodbyes, and I entered my car. As.