..she's just moaning....God I love it when she moans...makes me want to cum in her now.Look at that ass...so round and soft and firm....I look down at...her ass....squeezing one cheek....she moans my name...yeah you better say my name...you like that...???I squeeze it harder...ramming her like I never did before....one more...I can't hold it any more...she's too sexy...one more thrust and I'm cumming in her ass...to my surprise she cums with me....we both scream out each others names....then. “Honey, come here,” she called from the bedroom before I could make it.“Son of a...” I muttered under my breath as I spun on my heel.It all clicked into place the moment I stepped across the threshold into the bedroom. She was standing there in a button-down shirt and a frilly miniskirt I knew quite well. The shirt had a gap between two of the buttons, from trying to contain her breasts. Nothing else was containing them, because her nipples were poking at the cloth. The skirt was short. He smelled of sweat, cum, and her. She smiled at that and began to seriously suck him.He applied himself to her, but no more than to make sure she kept wet. After a bit she reached down and began to rub herself. When he was hard she got on her hands and knees."Put it in," she said, looking at him over her shoulder. She slipped her fingers between the lips of her sex, holding them open as an invitation.He got between her legs. She smiled as the head of his cock pressed against her entrance. She. She set a brisk pace hurrying along the landing, so unlike how we had meandered from room to room earlier. "Maggie! Please wait!" I called to her. "Where are we going?"Down passageways, turning corners, soon we were passing through a doorway into a long gallery. Ancient paintings in ornate gilded frames lined the walls: landscapes and hunting scenes, an abundance of ancestral portraits of the Tregarted family, the previous owners of the manor Maggie had explained on our earlier tour.She walked.