His arms circled her from behind, pulled her close, surrounded her with his touch, breathed in the scent of her hair, of her skin. His lips found her ...ensitive nape, the warmth of pleasure rising to the surface. In tune with the notes of the preludes in c minor he nibbled his way along her neck, tasted the secrets of the hollow of her vulnerable throat as he slowly turned her in his arms. The first crescendo was a bite to tease and anticipate, the second an invitation to find her mouth. Her. Steve also knew the longer he took the hotter she would get. Steve pushed slowly forward feeling the yielding flesh of his mother's body slowly envelope his red hot cock. His mom's cunt kept swallowing his pecker until he felt it bump up against her cervix drawing a soft moan from her lips. He was now totally embedded in his mom's hot pussy with his hips up against her firm ass cheeks. He grasped both sides of her waist with his hands and now started to slide the big fucker in and out of her. She looked so innocent. I got hard again.I got down on my knees to look at her pussy. She tried to cover up with her hand but I moved that out of my way to continue my perusal. She was pink and wet. I remembered my thirst from earlier and started licking the droplets of sweat that formed between her legs. I licked until the only moisture left was that left from my tongue. I looked up at Hailee and her eyes were closed and she was gripping my pillow. My wife takes tons of foreplay and tells me. He suggested she might like a shower and when she suggested she might like help in dressing for dinner, he was only too eager to assist. The girl was undoubtedly a charmer. As a schoolgirl she had appeared shy and rather helpless, asking for help with her dress – help she obviously needed with her corset and trainer. But later, dressed for dinner she looked more like a harpy and had a brittleness that matched the display of anklets, bracelets and the nipple rings, obvious under her flimsy.