You told me about that. What happened?”“My room was attached to the suite just like a bedroom in a house or apartment. As the night was coming to ... close, there was a toast made to the show and its success. I hadn’t had anything to drink all night, so one of the men handed me a glass of wine. We toasted, and I drank it. It wasn’t long and I felt woozy as if I had a lot to drink. It was weird, I sort of knew all that was going on, but I had no control and felt limp. I sat on the couch as. I peered between the gap by the hinges of the door and there she was in the shower, damn I thought why did I buy a frosted glass shower cubicle!! I could still make out the shape of her body and fabulous tits, I undid my zip and began to stroke my cock, suddenly the shower stopped and I had to cram myself back into my jeans and get back downstairs quickly.This carried on for a few weeks, if it was dry I would go into the garden and wank furiously while she walked around her bedroom naked, if. She felt proud and impressed that her son lasted as long as he did, but his sharp gasps and desperate hip thrusts revealed how close he was getting to the edge.Alison’s pussy was dripping as she stroked him harder and harder, faster and faster. Finally, her son grunted hard and his big, young prick erupted with thick spurts of hot cum. There was so much spunk it nearly coated the entire inner valley between the woman’s large melons.“Oh my god, baby. So much cum,” the boy’s mother cooed,. She knew that was my favorite one, I still remembered the first time I saw it. Still dancing, she raised her hands up and rested them behind her head. Her round, perky breasts moved slightly with her movements. Her fingers traced down her sides and began to tease me by orbiting around the top of her skirt. As she tugged it but left it on, she started to chuckle a little. It took me a while to figure out why, but I narrowed it down to one of two things. Either she was laughing because I was.