Even grinding her bum against her hubby, she knew, would make the little sissy have an accident in his boxers.How many times, she wondered? How many t...mes would her husband have to stick his weak cock in to match her studly lover? How many dozens, hundreds of times, to equal one round with the man next door? What a stupid question, she reflected as she looked back over her orgasm-dry marriage. No number of times would be enough.The desperate sexual energy that had been bottled up so long came. But ever since that first night I came in with friends, and caught a glimpse of you in the back there… in your kitchen, well I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.” Your eyes peirce into mine, “The way you move back there, your command and the respect of your staff, your amazing cuisine, not to mention the fact I find you very… very attractive. What better way to show my appreciation?” Lust filling your words as you slide your hand even further up my leg, fitting me as best you could. The warmth and pungent aroma immediately stung his brain like a junkie finding a fix. With little restraint, his tongue lashed out into the heat and slathered the soft skin. Muscles tensed around his face, but then relaxed when his probing tongue brushed against her hidden milk dud. “Don’t tease my,” she sighed out. Cheeks pulled apart and his tongue pushed out. She pushed eagerly back and his tongue pushed into her ass. Thankfully, Macy pushed back as he licked away. Nothing tasted sweeter to. I wasn’t sure what the steam room etiquette called for. As I opened the door and stepped inside, I stood for a moment squinting through the steam. It looked like I was the only one in the room. I made my way to one of the seats and sat down opening my towel and laying it across my lap. I leaned back and breathed deeply through my nose enjoying the soothing atmosphere. I heard the door to the room open. I looked up and saw my mom walking with a towel wrapped tight around her breasts and ass so.