Much like the previous time, it was just at the point of orgasm, mine and hers combining in a volcano of passion, that I experienced the all-consuming...light and found myself back in the Strand. Over the next few months, there were similar “episodes”, and I found myself waiting and hoping for them with increasing anxiety. Then I would be there, and with her, experiencing again the exquisite feelings as my cock slides into her almond scented pussy and to hear the purring as she reaches the. "No, I'm overdressed," I said flustered. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have ... Hold on, I'll go change."I turned to hurry back to my bedroom when Angelo grabbed my wrist. I stopped and turned, my face flushed."Don't you dare," he said. "No one's going to notice me anyway with you looking like you do. Come on, let's go. We have reservations."I reddened even more and once again my heart fluttered. Angelo didn't wait for an answer, pulling me onto the porch."My purse," I said breathlessly and ran to. I shoved my face between her thighs and started eating her sweet pussy.Mom began to moan loud as I enjoyed savoring her wet cunt.Her taste and aroma were extremely intoxicating, as I had my lips wrapped around her clit and was sucking hard and flicking it with my tongue. I also slipped two fingers inside her nice soaking wet mature pussy. Ofelia began writhing and thrashing about on the bed while I ate her nicely drenched pussy. She rocked her hips up to meet my face as she held my head with. By all accounts, they were pleasant and generous. Amelia’s only complaint was she’d occasionally miss singing classes because they were a bit forgetful when they’d drink. It was one such occasion that saw the deepening of our friendship. A Saturday morning.The ringing of the front doorbell, a melodious chime from tubular bells, caught me off guard. It was exceedingly rare for anyone to visit me, aside from FedEx, or UPS, that is. Opening the wide front door, I found Amelia standing and looking.