I continued my mouth’s adoration of her breasts, while my fingers stole, gentle as a spider, into her pubic hair, rustling through it and around it,...before moving on and down to the incredible smoothness of her inner thigh. Up and down I stroked, knee to just below her opening.Maria's breathing had quickened as I returned my fingers into her pubic forest, and allowed one finger to probe into that hidden groove. Instantly I knew how ready she was. Moisture already and there was the nub of her. Our hot breath is like a foggy shroud around us and I feel like we are in our own little world. This woman is taking control of me and I like it. I can feel Emmy’s crotch start to move back and forward over mine, rolling my cock back and forth in my panties. We moan into each other's mouth at the pleasure. She is clearly trying to warm me up with the friction of her pussy rubbing over my cock. She stops kissing me and puts her lips to me ear and whispers, “Are you getting any warmer yet, my. ..Ohhhhhhhhhh," I said out loud as I came. My eyes closed, but I could feel thick wads of creamy white spunk spurting into the semen beaker.As usual, mom milked every last drop from me, until I went limp. I opened my eyes and I saw her wipe the tips of her fingers into the beaker as normal, making sure she got every last bit.I was on a real high and sat down on the edge of the bath to compose myself."Feeling better?" mom asked questioningly, holding up the semen beaker for me to see. "Look at. 'We fall silent as the first afternoon presentation starts. I feel guilty for not giving the presentations my full attention. I'll read the papers later. My mind is full of Caroline. Can Lauren be right? Do I still love her? Is that the reason I haven't divorced her? I always told myself that I couldn't be bothered, that I didn't have time. When I saw her today it all came back, I really wanted to take her in my arms. One thing is certain; I need to get my feelings sorted out.The event is over.