My experience with a mature woman was zero. I had never experienced the touch of a real woman's pussy area.She kept repeating, "Think you're tougher t...an me, do you?"I couldn't help it-my cock started getting hard. I quit struggling as my cock slipped out through my open fly and touched my mother's hairy mound as she straddled me, still playfully poking my ribs. As the head of my cock touched the inside of her thigh and slid up against her hairy pussy. That first contact with her hot slit was. ‘Why don’t you clean up a bit and set the table?’ *** The plates turned out well, I thought. Louis seemed to agree, complimenting me effusively about my culinary skills, asking me where I learned to cook, what other dishes I knew, and on and on. I knew he was exaggerating his enthusiasm, but I was still flattered by his kind words and attitude. We did not have any wine with the meal and I was glad that we did not have a romantic candlelight dinner either. The lighting was supplied by the. "Mmmm." Gina set her coffee down and, standing from the bed, began to walk towards the master bath. "Like the nectar of the goddesses!"Gina lifted the toilet seat and turned as if she were going to sit but only squatted slightly. Spreading her cunt lips apart she smiled out at Leslie whose eyes were riveted to Gina's vulva. When she saw the woman looking back at her she averted her gaze in embarrassment."It's ok, Baby. It's fun to watch!" Gina said.Leslie found her eyes glued back onto Gina's. “Let me do that. Marcy can watch me undress you.” Layla startles me as she walks behind me and pulls my tie out of the collar in swift move. I can feel her behind me as she presses her breasts to me. The cell phone is still in my hand and Layla reaches for it as she increases the intensity level in one upward movement. Marcy immediately reacts to the intensity and lets a moan escape. She watches me intensely as Layla comes to my front, faces her and rests her back onto my chest. Layla’s red.