My hands moved to her skirt which I unbuttoned and pulled down with her panties. She stepped out of them and came closer to me so we embraced, luxuria...ing in our skin-on-skin sensations. I moved down her body pausing to take each nipple into my mouth. I loved the way she moaned as she became excited. I continued down, licking her navel on my way to her tasty slit. I stopped when I got there and lay on the floor. She turned to me with a sly smile on her face. “69?” she asked. “I hope so. I. I never ... liked children before. As you know, I didn't exactly like being a child. You softened me up and threw me right into it." Sorry Miss..." I sighed. "Culpable as ever." I really am serious darling. I don't know what's got into me. Ever since Morocco it's like I can hear every tick of my body clock. I need this so much it hurts, but..." I lifted an eyebrow questioningly as she paused."I can't do it without you, and I'm so frightened that you won't want to do it with me. You've never. Ah. So I had been wrong. He’d been rubbing my clit with his cock, not his fingers. It was the hottest part of him at the moment, swollen and engorged, pressing between my thighs. His hips jerked to create a slow rub along my slit, and I would have moaned in wantonness had he not pressed a warning hand over my mouth.‘Be absolutely quiet,’ he whispered almost imperceptibly, and grasped my hip with one hand, using the other to guide his throbbing member to my swollen sex. Nudging against my. Chandhu looked quite masculine with his shortly-cropped blond hair and his rich tan. My son was getting to be quite tall, certainly several inches taller than me (and I”m five-foot-eight). His body was developing wonderful definition and mass. The bench-pressing he was obviously doing was building a powerful, well-shaped chest that would be the envy of older more mature men. He was downright magnificent! At that moment, as I compared him to his good-looking friend, I was proud of how my own son.