I kept it up until I could feel her orgasm peak and felt her eventually begin to relax in the afterglow.I continued to lightly caress her pussy and br...asts to help her get relaxed. Although still crying and in shock, I knew she was totally out of it. She had no fight left so I took the opportunity, stood up and quickly stripped off all of my clothes. I then knelt on the couch with my knees on the inside of her hips. I then took Mom’s hands and placed them on my hard cock. I think she only then. We talked for a couple of hours, there and at the all-night diner down the street where we went for some breakfast. I found myself telling him my life story, and he told me a little bit of his. I had always wanted to live and work in New York City, a desire that grew out of frequent trips to the city with my family from my home town of Rochester. My dad worked for Kodak and he made a lot of business trips to the city, so when he could, he brought along my mom and me, since it wasn’t all that. Monica turned to her left, his crotch in her face. He was looking to her, the sexual tension undeniable. Looking to his face, a small grin formed on her lips.An hour later in his hotel room, Monica stood before him, eyes going up and down his muscular black body. She removed her bikini top, and then stepped out of her thong. She stepped forward, placing her hands on his abs, kissing him deeply.She kissed down his body, going to her knees. She pulled his swim trunks down, his long, straight. “I think my husband has some in the house, let me go look,” she said as she scurried in the house. I was in a complete trance watching her ass jiggle up and down as she lightly jogged to the front door, my cock must have been watching too because it started to twitch again. A moment later she returned with a pan full of tools. “I hope what you’re looking for is in here. My husband is a lazy slob and doesn’t know how to fix anything so he doesn’t care for many tools.” I grinned at the comment.