He was groaning like he wanted to cum, but not even the coppery taste of pre-cum was starting. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do next if a blowj...b didn’t do it, but my son indicated his idea.With one of his hands bracing him in a sitting position, he took his left hand and rubbed down my back. Next thing I know the zipper on the side of my pencil skirt is unzipped and he is trying to slip his hand inside my pantyhose! I don’t even consider stopping him at first, my pussy is getting wet. A round face with pouting lips and a pussy thatneeded so much attention to keep it blissful and satisfied. The affairthat began in a cocktail-bar and then a hotel room ripened in bed andmatured at home. The husband that had been such a focus and earnerbecame irrelevant when Janine won the lottery and found love betweenthe thighs of a woman who regarded men as at best, servants for heruse.Gail started to weep.She had tried so hard to hold onto Janine, the love of her life. Shehad tried to. . something. For a moment her head fogged up and she fumbled with the padlock, leaving it slightly unlocked.Shaking her head, the researcher went and grabbed the mouse she had been just scanned and then autopsied. After a brief once over, she figured she had checked it enough and hucked it into a trash can. Who needs procedure anyway.The beaker still bubbled, uncleaned, but she was tired after her twenty hour foray into madness. With a sigh, the chemist decided no one would notice if she just. I’d been there for 2 nights already and I asked if she’d mind me having new towels. She was all but too happy to keep her guest happy. So I lay on the bed totally naked, mag open and cock in hand. I’d read the entire mag before I heard her coming up the stairs. My heart raced away with a mixture of panic and excitement. As she knocked on the door I almost asked her to come in. That was totally wrong. She was supposed to catch me by accident!So I said nothing and she knocked again. .