. bringing them to her mouth.I groaned as she sucked on a cum-stained nipple, nursing on herself. My hand shot forward, inspired by the sight. I hooke... her panties and ripped them down her body. I exposed my mother's bush soaked by her pussy. Her labia peeked through her dark strands, looking engorged. She was in need of being eaten. Being pleased.With a hungry growl, I buried myself into my mother's snatch. Her silky bush kissed my lips. Then the very pussy that birthed me into the world. ‘Hold still for just a minute’ you moan. I do, but just for a minute before I move my hips back until just the head of my shaft is left inside of you. I stroke back in very slowly and continue this for a few minutes. Your hands have moved back up over your head again and you let me lead this dance, for a while at least. My strokes become shorter but not any faster and as I slide in I start rolling my hips. I can feel you pick up on this subtle change in motion and move your hips in time with. She was good looking and quite the kisser, and I think we both were looking forward to whatever adventure we could find. I was reluctant because I knew my wife was capable of intense jealousy, and I didn’t want to trigger her. While my wife and her new friend put on a great exhibition of passion and delight, his girlfriend and I quietly had a good time.I was asked a follow-up question about the jealousy issue. I truthfully answered that in ten years of swinging, jealousy had not been a factor. He wanted this to end. He did not want to cane her. She had already been so brave and beautiful under the belt, and he had punished her so thoroughly, on every intimate part. He did not want to administer one dose of the cane, much less double. Yet her so-called wager weighed so heavily in his favor, that double was almost certainly exactly what the girl would get. The odds that the girl would roll four more times, five total, without hitting a six, were almost nil. She would hit a six,.