He kneeled down and we began to kiss. Before I knew it, his hands were making small circles around my clit. I broke the kiss with a few uncontrollable...shrieks. He moved down to my nipples, lightly biting and pulling on them. By now, I was thrusting my hips back and forth adding pressure to his circular motion causing me to cum. In one quick motion, my panties were on the ground and his head was between my legs. I could feel his tongue flipping around on my clit and I moaned. His pace quickened. Always wore clothes that showed her assets. Well there were times when Jerry would stop by and stay late. Ex-wife would get relaxed and change into her terry cloth blue robe. She usually didn't wear anything under it. The light blue robe was held together by a simple tie string that would loosen and allow a view of her wares if you were positioned just right. Jerry loved the view and the free touch and feel that she would let him get away with from time to time. She had even let him finger fuck. It was a Tuesday night, not a lot of people would be out anyway. What kind of party would this be? Sara could hardly move her hands as she forced herself to open the box. She took off her clothes and put on the silk stockings. She had never dressed without any panties. She refused to look in the mirror until she had her dress, bolero and high heeled sued shoes on. She crossed her legs to zip them up and finally looked in the mirror.The image in the mirror would have been provocative and. . I seem to recall the phase ‘fucks like a dead fish’ somewhere in his description of the experience,” I assured her, slightly embarrassed by the language I used.She giggled uncontrollably. “Well, at least now I know he won’t be looking to whet his whistle at that trough anymore,” she beamed.“And how was your experience,” I asked, finding the courage to press her for details that I hoped would be explicit in nature.Mom smiled coyly sensing that. “Well, I’d have to say that things were.