“He says you’re a very nice woman and he’s happy to help you out when he can.”She smiled at that. “You really said that?” she asked.Jane n...dded. “He said nothing but good things about you,” she assured her. “We should go though. You’re still coming over on Monday?”She blushed a little, but nodded. “If I’m not going to be in the way,” she said, giving Jane the chance to wave her off.“You’re important to John,” Jane told her. “I’ll see you Monday.”She smiled at her and they hugged lightly before. But he was tightly holding on to her boobs. Slowly he started to move his hands down. His hand now reached mom’s navel. From where he started to move down again. He started trying to slide his hands into mom’s petticoat. But mom immediately pushed his hand away with her other hand.The guy moved his head close to mom’s neck area from the back and bit on her shoulder. A low sounded cry from mom was heard. It was hurting her. He kept biting mom on her shoulder. And again tried to slide his hands. Trust me, we have a good routine. You'll have me dripping wet and ready for him. He expects it, so don't let him down," she chuckled. "It's a date then. I'll bring flowers," I quipped, trying to settle my nerves. I was glad that she could only hear me, and not see me. I was shifting my weight from side to side like an anxious child. I'm sure from the way my face was burning that I was already blushing at the thought. Hey, if Paula wanted us to masturbate together, and Eric was fine with it, I'd. You could see the bulge of that monster dong distending her throat. She swayed back and forth, her throat visibly convulsing around it once, twice, gripping the head and shaft with her throat muscles. Then she gracefully rose all the way up, let the tip slip from her mouth to spring away, swaying in the air, then leaned back until her tits slipped over his balls.She lifted them up the length of his shaft. His cockhead jutted out from between her breasts, perfectly poised in front of her lips..