. I guess ... but..." I thought so, Terry! I thought you were hot for me too! And if we'reboth hot for each other, there's nothing we can do but indul...e our ...desires!"As Sheila talked to her son, she moved her hand ever closer to thebulging shaft of his hard-on. When her fingers were barely grazing thebulge of his prick, she put her other hand on his other leg and startedrubbing it up and down, bringing her fingers closer to his crotch witheach loving movement up his leg.She watched her horny. ” She wasn't lying. She rubbed my cock along her slit, pushing back against me. I pushed into her, gently at first, then more firmly. Finally yielding, my girthy head popped into her, her pussy strangling my shaft. I slid my length into her and back out to the head. Back in, slowly, deep against her tight resistance. Expecting her to relax, or ease up after a few strokes, but no. Clamp like stroke after clamp like stroke, plenty wet, still just as tight. “Damn baby!” I am now a man in my. I felt like a cat in heat displaying herself, begging to be mounted by the tom. In fact I was the female waiting there anxiously for the male to breed her and given my personal proclivities, I was amazed at how right and wonderful it felt. It was his right to take me this way just as it was my right to demand he service me.My toes curled as I felt his muscular hairy legs come to rest outside my tiny smooth ones and I whimpered and rolled my head to one side so I could look back up at him,. That she was still with Tom was amply demonstrated to Stan on Thursday afternoon when Denise's cell phone bleeped during a discussion they were having about the documentation project."Ooh. It's from Tom!" she cried, gladly. "Wait a moment..."Her thumb danced a jig over the keys for a few seconds, then she closed her phone with a flourish and dropped it back into her purse."We're going out again tomorrow night!" she told Stan, with more than a hint of challenge. Stan had learned - he kept his.