And his warm, loving hugs could make her orgasm with little effort. 'Why did you have to be my son?' she thought feeling his stiffened erection pressi...g right against her lonely mound of woman flesh. "I was busy getting dressed," she said putting out her lower lip. "I'm sorry. Will you ever forgive me?" she teased feeling his big hands sliding down her back and over her ass. Somewhere in the trance of looking into his eyes and before she knew what was going, he was caressing her excited flesh. Even the nipples are small and pink. She takes off her pants and underwear to expose her trimmed brown bush. “I stood there for a long time fingering myself listening to you two, sounds like you know how to eat a pussy, let’s find out” she tells me. She pushes me down and straddles my face. She lowers her pussy to me and I grab her hips and I start licking. Her pussy is already sopping wet and I can feel her juices covering my face. Her hips are bucking and grinding into my mouth as I keep. I was in the seventh heaven after the first glass. he then started seducing me against my wish but the whisky poured in my tummy played its role and the body heat that developed after the touch of a man after three years of death of my husband provoked my senses.the act of santosh that initially I was resisting started liking after he pushed his index finger in my cunt. The six inch long dick of santosh made me out of control. He wanted me to lick his dick but my pussy was flowing vigorously. We walked in and she said "I am still not clear on how they managed to pull that off." She leaned back the desk and this time she lifted her dress and sat her ass on the desk. The only light was a desk lamp but it was enough for me to clearly see the outline of her bush through her panties. She grabbed me and pulled me between her legs, my cock touching her cunt. I was afraid she would feel my hardon through our clothes. Then she pulled me tight up against her. I knew she had to have felt it.