She was naked. She wore her transparent nighty. She turned and naughtily smiled and came and kissed me to my cheeks.Later that night i asked my mom to...massage me. She agreed and i opened all my clothes except the underwear in front of her. She said to take it off also. I asked her to turn around she closed her eyes and said to open it but i could see her eyes half open. I opened it and went and lied down on the bed with a towel on my hard dick. I was back faced and then she asked my to turn , i. You finally dip your mouth down to kiss my breasts – to take the nipples into your mouth and tease them with your tongue. I am in ecstasy and my fingers weave into your hair. You rest your leg in between mine and I feel that sweet piece of man flesh pushing into my leg. I want you pressing against my womanhood – I need to feel you – for you to give comfort to the aching at the juncture of my legs. I urge you to rest more of your lower body onto mine. When contact is finally made, I moan in pure. “I want to see you. All of you.” There was an edge to her voice, the hint of command. Perhaps this was how a deity spoke to us mere mortals. I complied without fanfare, slipping out of my shoes, stepping out of my press and pleated trousers, abandoning my silk shirt and, finally, divesting myself of my boxers. I felt strangely vulnerable standing before her, a feeling I had never experienced before, especially with the fairer sex. Nervously, I stood, waiting for her direction, knowing that I’d. That Saturday night we headed back to the private club. We walked in and grab a drink at the bar before finding somewhere to sit. There were just as many patrons this night as there were the first time we had come. We were in luck as the exact same booth was available. I sat next to my wife this time wanting to see if it would detract other men from hitting on her right in front of me. There were a few men that walked past our booth and glanced over at her. I could see in their eyes that they.