I continued to watch Lennie and her face change. I was amazed at the intensity of what she had to be feeling. She had to be experiencing something ...ven better than me. With each spasm of her body, her face changed, sometimes there was a look of deep concentration, sometimes a totally foreign, almost scary expression of hardness and commitment to what she was doing.I was still holding steady pressure into her, but suddenly, I guess from all the steady pushing of my hips I had kind of a. "Why do you allow your sweetheart to do those things with your brother?" "It's ok, mom. Jessica don't mind." "I'm not asking you about Jessica. But... actually, now I think I should talk with Jessica too." "Mom, it's nothing, really." "Really?" It was bright in the kitchen. Distant urban noises one could distinguish pretty well, thanks to slightly opened window. Holding a hot cup of cofee in hands, Cathrine pressed with her back at the window sill. She was wearing a long sleeve shirt. Her hand tenderly took up my cock again. She rubbed my shaft against her cheek and leaned in to kiss it right at the base. I could feel her heart pounding in her chest like she’d just run a marathon. I couldn’t quite reach her back so I ended up stroking her ass cheeks to calm her down. We lay together like that for a good long time, Miranda idly playing with my dick while I rubbed her butt. It was all so calming yet intimate I just felt like I could stay like this forever. Without thinking. I hope it’s a good selection of biscuits, too!”I leaned down and gently took one of her nipples between my lips, squeezing it until she shivered with delight. Two can play at the teasing game!“Oh god! I could probably do it all again right now!”It was my turn to chuckle. I knew her of old; now that I’d actually suggested a brew, she would definitely really rather have the drink first and then make love afterwards, but teasing her nipple had got her going again. It was tempting to wind her up a.