I looked deep into her brown eyes. Then I pressed my mouth to hers and as we kissed, I slipped inside of her. She felt as good as I had hoped. I was s...owly, gently fucking her. Her legs went airborn. I felt her hands grab my bare ass and pull me back to her each time I pulled away. From our movements, the bed began to announce to her daughter in the other room that her mother was being fucked. This turned me on as well. I was thinking how glad I was this old woman was as bold as she had been or. I can't even offer much right now. I know Willow sent out a message to him shortly before I wrote one to Holly, but she hasn't expressed any worry about a return message. Sometimes it takes a while for a message to make its way to us from Atlantisat.Hearing that he might not return has to be devastating. I can remember when Erica and Willow were caught behind enemy lines. We knew where they were, but not when they would return. (none of us allowed the word "if" to cross our lips until after. His hand wanders to her panties and he caresses her, tracing her length through the silky fabric. He kisses down her body until his unshaven cheek brushes against her crotch. He breathes in the warmth and his tongue starts to lap, catlike, at her shaft through your panties, quick, sharp, stabs. she begins to moan and her stocking clad thighs clasp his ears. He breaks free and hooks a couple of fingers into the top of her panties and slides them down, releasing her cock. It springs free and. Her hands were shaking as she poured some O.J. and gulped it down. She poured another, but only half way. "Hey, dad, you want a screwdriver?" she called. Jazz needed something to calm her nerves, and it was only polite to offer him something to drink as well. "Yeah, I'll take one," was the the reply from her father. She poured another glass halfway, then added vodka to both. By the time Jazz got back to the living room, half of hers was gone, and she was feeling more confident. She sat back.