It was hot and moist and I could feel the suction and her tongue as she slid the thumb out as her mouth grasped it. She repeated this with each finger... first on the right hand, then the left. She took the right hand and turned it over, licking every inch of the palm. This was repeated on the left. Then she kissed her way down my right arm, from the heel of my hand to my armpit. I discovered that the inside of my wrist and just below the elbow on the inside of my arm were erogenous. As were my. The peignoir was becoming to her, a pale yellow color, but when she stepped through the bright sunlight coming through her window, it became all but transparent. Most of her was placed on display, her thighs above the midpoint hem clearly silhouetted right up to the little ripples of young pussy lip shadows through the material. Her breasts, unfettered and disdaining the support of a bra as unnecessary, bounced enticingly while still straining with their firm thrust against the fabric. Her. She seemed exhausted, but while she had fallen asleep, she was still crying and begging for his forgiveness even in her sleep. The only thing she had done when they were alone was cry and begged for him to forgive her non stop for hours, and he never did get to say much to her.While they still had much to talk about, he had no idea she was carrying that much baggage around about what she did to him.He also said it really cut at his heart that she was so desperate for him to forgive her. He was. "He said his farewells, and mother gave him a long wet kiss, and squeezed his cock, laughing gently at his enthusiastic response.I looked at my mother after Phil left and she gave me a conspiratorial smile. "Did I do good, Sir?" she whispered coming into my arms."You were magnificent, mother, and you made a firm impression on Phil. Did you enjoy your little workout with him?" Yes, he's okay, but not a patch on you, Sir." Just the right answer mother. And right now, I'm feeling hot and horny,.