With one final thrust down of her head the lady wiped her sticky fingers over Monica face, turned and left the toilets chuckling to herself.Jon saw a ...ery flustered and red looking Becky return to their table where she rapidly made excuses and left with Rob. They were deep in conversation. John was concerned, this wasn’t what he had in mind! Had it all backfired? He would have to wait on Monica but time seemed to drag. Minutes passed, he began to consider going in to the Women’s toilets to. I left her wondering what was going to happen and went to retrieve the body oil I had seen in the bathroom. After returning, I bent and kissed her pouty good tasting cunt, licked her asshole and put my now oiled fingers between her spread legs. My hands are not large but were big enough to hurt her. Pointing four fingers and thumb together, I began a firm rhythm of pressure against her tightness. Keri started to complain but thought better of it. Her body began to open for my hand. I increased. She was wearing her gown loosely and her boobs were visible as well as rich black pubic hair. I had stiff rod again. I came upon an idea; she had brought in bread butter and jam for breakfast. I told my mother to lie down and applied butter on her nipple and jam onto her cunt and started licking the butter off her boobs and jam off her cunt. She was enjoying this thoroughly and moaning “Fuck me sten, fuck u mother fucker.” I had long since known that my mom was a nymphomaniac and was willing to. Oh, right, she was fifteen. Make that her late girl-hood. We kissed and teased, lips to lips, face, neck, chest, and I kept my fingers busy in her pussy, finally succeeding in breaking her train of thought. Her pelvis was hunching insistently against my fingers as I teased an orgasm out of her. Finally she tossed her head back and said, "Dan! Lick me. There!"And I did, reveling in the juices flowing from her, the smell of lust, the velvet feel of her folds, and the little pea-like head of her.