Thinking back, I never even kissed her lips. I guess it was part of my past. She started squealing and I felt her pussy lips start to grip my cock. I ...new the spasms meant she was starting to orgasm. It went on for a few minutes before I let loose with my own orgasm and shot a load up into her very hot pussy. I felt her coming again. She sat there with her head on my shoulder for a few minutes. She looked at me and said we had better get back downstairs before our friends missed us. I took my. He puts his hand on my neck, in my hair, and brings his face close to mine once or twice, but I don't really feel like kissing yet. This is the point of no return: do I extricate myself and call it a night, or go ahead and kiss the stranger? I feel good and there's a faint tenderness in his face, so I let him touch his lips to mine -- softly, lazily.I've never really enjoyed trying to combine kissing with dancing -- I can concentrate on the rhythm in my hips and shoulders or the art of kissing,. Checking her offsite mail can wait. She'll tell him about the fringe benefits tomorrow. They both need a rest.Configurations of light and letters launch an enemy assault on her screen. He's posting a fresh torrent of desires that have nothing to do with her, with them. A different reason lures him, a raunchier one than the whispered vanilla soliloquy sent too long ago to retract. The laptop bucks atop her thighs with alarming violence. The furnace hasn't come on yet and she's using it to help. “Ain’t that the truth, Mum?” Sam told his mother as she began moving her ass just enough to plant her pussy on his dick and mount him.“Oh, Mum, that’s just perfect! Want to play musical laps?” Sam encouraged his mother’s growing lust.“Yes, please, love! I spend a few strokes riding you, then some with my future hubby, Willie, inside me, and then Jeff, of course. You’re all such darlings, dear, and such fine woodsmen indeed, with those fine prongs of yours!” Carolyn expressed her earnest desire.