I stood up on the bed grabbed her hair and pulled her face into me so I could feel her lick me.She stopped to look up at me to tell me she had never d...ne this before, I told her to shut up and manoeuvred myself back onto her mouth so she could stick her tongue up me.After a while My husband was ready to cum so I got off her face which had my juices all over it, we both got on our knees sticking out our tongues making them touch so we could both get a taste of his cum.He shot his load and there. "Lisa blushed deeply. "Okay. You've made your point."We managed to eat our meal and put on some running clothes and left the house. Lisa started a jogging pace. She said, "I never really pushed you when we ran last time, did I?" No, dear. My running has always been a run not a jog. Following behind you is fun. You have a great ass and I love to watch it under those little shorts."We had reached the pond. She stopped and said, "I wonder if you will like it this way." She pulled her shorts off. I finally found the right street, and then the large Victorian house that bore the correct address. I parked in the street, grabbed my bag, and went up to the front door and rang the bell.“Good evening,” a woman that looked to be in her mid-40’s said when she opened the door.“Steve Adams,” I said. “I have a room booked for the night.”“Yes, of course. Come in! I’m Julie. My husband Larry and I are your hosts.”I walked into the house as she led me up a wide, sweeping staircase, and I saw several. I presume my forefathers are from Mangalore. Mom as a matter of fact used to come home late most of the times saying she had product launches, meetings, press releases etc she used to be dropped home in the company car or uncle Khetawat used to drop her home. My mom used to wear business suits and skirts etc and she was beautiful and firm in her decisions. Most of her colleagues used to respect her for her command and for her knowledge and efficiency in work and were scared of her. My mom and.