I settle down to a drink at the bar, absorbing the beautiful harbour view, not to mention the table of lovely ladies having a good time near the windo.... These ladies look like they have had a few already, and they are laughing and having a very good time. All look to be in their forties, and have that naughty “girls night out” look in their eyes, complimented by very flattering dinner outfits. I wonder hopefully if they too are at my conference.My attention is broken by movement at the door.. They were beyond damp; they were absolutely soaked. Her sweet, musky scent was intoxicating, leaving me almost light headed.Watching them, I was awestruck. Annie was usually pretty vanilla in bed with me. But the woman in front of me was the completely uninhibited and out of control. She was sucking Ryan with abandon, trying to get his cock as far down her throat as she could and moaning loudly as he returned the favor by snaking his tongue inside her dripping honeypot.“Is this what you like to. Actually, I can see how boys canget overwhelmed by their mom's sexuality. As a small kid you worship yourmom and then you become envious of their wearing bras and panties. Isthat how it goes?" Sort of. I just remember always wanting to be like my mom. She was sortof like a hero to me. And then one day it occurred to me that if I woreher clothes it would allow me to pretend that I was like her. It's sogreat to feel like you're a girl." I'm a girl," Bridgette said, "but I don't feel like it's. I kept stroking him through his jeans as we kissed. His hands were all over my ass cheeks and breasts. My pussy was soaked at this point and I wanted to see that cock. Then I unbuckled his belt, his pants and pulled out his thick cock. I squatted down in front of him. His dick was a nice nine inch long.It was thicker and larger than my loving husbands…I opened my red lips and guided the head of his enormous cock into my mouth. I began licking and sucking that swollen head hungrily, feeling.