"Mmmmmmmm."You like that don't you? You are so wet. I can smell your nasty cuntfrom here."Melly started to slowly saw back and forth with her finger. ...y hands werewrapped around the head board so tight I thought I might pull it down onus. I wanted more fingers but it was feeling so good I didn't want totalk. She curled her finger up in me and touched my G-spot. I instantlyfelt like I had to pee and I knew there was a hugh orgasm waiting tosweep me away. I felt her pull her finger out. I waited. She looked to be late 30's, and obviously a mother. Her son was asleep in the window seat. He looked about 10. I continued to stroke my cock under the blanket as she smiled, and soon stopped looking away. She nodded at me, as if to suggest that I take the blanket away. I lifted the blanket and let her see my cock, as I stroked slowly. She looked at her sleeping son, and got up and moved to the seat next to me. She pulled the blanket over her too, and grabbed my cock, and took over the stroking.. “Oh god, please, rub my clit Zack!” she asked, once again I mockingly pretended I couldn’t hear her, touching my finger to my ear whilst frowning inquisitively. “Please Master! Rub my clit!” she screamed. “Master… I kinda like that!” I smiled, not liking the idea of her as a slave but certainly enjoying the control. I reached a hand down and rubbed her clit with immense speed, fucking her a little faster until I could hear her groaning louder and louder, her grunts becoming a continuous chant. I tried to sleep but Britt sexy body was stuck in my head. I grabbed a drink and made my way out to the living room, watching TV. Soon I could hear a door close, and the sounds of foot steps as they moved through the hallway. Out of the shadows came Britt, walking with look of no sleep. She plopped down on the couch, leaning her head on my shoulder, and cuddling up to me. At first I tried to move her away, but she resisted and soon I was holding her. I could see down her shirt, seeing no bra,.