I heard her giggling above me. She lifted herself up, letting my head drop back. I was still panting for breath when she slid a hand behind my head an... lifted it back to her cleavage. Her sweatshirt had gone. I was now pressed against her flimsy T-shirt. I could feel the outline of her bra as my face was smothered. My arms flapped uselessly deep in the folds of the sleeping bag as Heather deprived me of air again. She stopped, lifting her breasts from me. I felt her sweatshirt slip down.“Have. ...It can't happen Andy...there is far too much at stake, but you have fired my passion to the point I now find I am longing for the touch and feel of your body once more....like we did in my kitchen that day....to feel you close...your hands on my body... Ohhh and yes as you mentioned it...I love wearing stockings and suspenders....smiles...they make a woman feel so sexy. I hope all I have said will stimulate your thoughts some more. If it has, then please, I would love to hear more.I must. Jessica led me into the lounge where she took the glass of bubbly and sank into the oversized sofa. ‘Why don’t you help yourself to a drink’, she offered. I did so, and then sat next her, after which we started chatting about this and that, and I found that Ms Alba was actually quite fascinating. As we spoke my eyes traveled up and down her gorgeous body. When her robe slipped off her shoulder as she reached for another glass of Champaign and exposed her black lace bra, my crotch began to. I put my hand down to her pussy and rubbed my finger through her gooey hair and in between her moist lips. I put my finger up to my nose and smelled her, I could not hold back now. I pulled down my shorts and climbed onto the bed between my mom's wide spread legs just Mr. Wilson had done. I pushed my dick into mom's pussy, it slid easily in. Better than I had expected. I was not sure what to do and did not want to wake my mom. My dick was so hard it was throbing as I pushed it into mom as far.