She said that she wanted to thank me for the money I had given to tide over the financial crisis she was facing.And at that point, I asked would she d... what I ask. She gave an evil affirmation grin.I took off my boxers and my underwear. I put my boxers back on and threw the underwear at her. Without even asking, she began to put her hand in her pants and started fingering her pussy. I went near her, took out her hand and licked her finger. I tasted heavenly.Then I put my own hand in there and. She slipped deftly from my grasp and spun me round so that my back was against the glass partition. In one of those slow motion moments, she slid purposefully down the length of my torso, kissing and gently running her nails over my chest, biting my nipples as she passed over them. Suddenly, a glorious warmth engulfed the entire length of my cock. My God! she deep-throated the whole thing in one smooth, silky movement. She started to suck up and down my shaft with such skill that I could. Sometimes he is just so controlling, emotionally unavailable, a slob.That bastard is cheating, too – well I do not have any proof, but I damn well suspect that he is. I have seen how that little slutty receptionist looks at him. How he is always "bumping" into the divorcee across the street.I can come up with ten thousand different ways that what I am doing is a lot less worse than what he is doing.But why do I feel this is just a rationalization to excuse my actions? Am I just trying to. You are such a slut!'. Blondie was her nickname for my mom. 'Thank you. You look adorable with those pigtails baby. May I take your coat?', said my mom and moved behind Lana to take her coat. As the coat came off I realized why she was wearing it. She was wearing a pink half cup bra, pink suspenders and pink stockings. Again...no panties. Her black bush looked wet and ready to fuck. My mom grabbed one firm medium breast from behind her with one hand, put her other hand on her wet pussy and.