" She was taken aback a little by that, "It's all right, Sir. I'm happy to have pleased you." "No, Nora. I can't be that selfish." As he said that he ...ose up and pushed her on her back and ran his hand downward, gliding slowly between her thighs. He dipped a finger in between her pussy lips and felt the wetness there. "I can see that sucking my cock has had some effect, Nora. We can't let that go to waste, can we?" Her only response was to moan a little and spread her legs wider. He moved. I was consumed with desire, my erection raging so hard in its denimn prison. We kissed passionately, my hands reaching for your breasts, your's for my belt.But there was a problem. You knew how it had felt, the pain so fresh in your mind; you didn't want to be the other woman and so you pulled away. Slowly you regained your composure. We paused for a while looking at each other as the moments seemed to strech in to infinity. Then we heard the key in the lock and the moment was lost.Sarah was. Uh. I think I’ll have lasagne with meat sauce and a glass of Zinfandel. I’m not too well versed on wines but I do know red goes with meat dishes and white with fish. Beyond that, I know little besides what my taste buds tell me.” I said.“A sensible answer.” She said then looked thoughtful for a moment before speaking. “I think I’ll have the spinach lasagne with a Pinot Noir.” She said as she leaned a little further over toward me. I was just about to ask her about Morgan’s welcome when our. Though most of my friends hate going out to dinner with their parents, I don't mind it. Going out with my mother is like going out with an older friend, an older, extremely hot friend. And she never disappoints when it comes to her clothing. Tonight she kept it basic athletic, but still hot momish. She wore tight sweat pants and a gym type shirt. And since she decided not to wear a bra, her tits were in perfect view along with her protruding nipples. She carried herself with full confidence.As.