She contemplated her life, once Miss Madeline Stokes, then Mrs. Madeline Jensen, she pondered on that short failed marriage, was it her fault she lost...the baby, was it her fault she couldn't have children now, was it her fault he wanted them and ended her happiness, was it?She took a deep, full of pride breath as she remembered getting back in to work, burying herself in it, moving in to her favourite field of company stocks and shares, buying and selling controlling other peoples money and. I decided against the ass plug and went back out to the living room. She had taken off her top and was laying on the couch, I directed her to the coffee table, she bounced from the couch to the coffee table and raised her legs, inviting me to inspect her cunt.It was obvious that she hadn't shaved in the last few days, as she had started to get that 5 o'clock shadow. Her lips were puffy and her clit was a nice one. It peaked out from under the hood and just begged to be licked and sucked on. . She ordered, “Please touch me too!” She sat up and peeled off her T-shirt and scooted her little cotton panties off as well. While she was at it she removed his boxers and then laid down next to him.He made one more feeble attempt to protest until she said sternly, “No more talking! This is touching time!”Joel had only been with one other woman and that was a brief affair before he met Alice so this was practically a new experience. Her touch was divine on his shaft and testicles and his own. Seconds later I finally opened my eyes, they locked instantly onto his. He was still only inches away from my face, but his eyes stared back into mine. Neither of us spoke, and the longer the silence, the longer we knew what the other were thinking. He released his grip from my arms, and I dropped them to my side. He broke slightly away from my now heaving chest, a hand reached up and brushed a strand of hair out of my face. I blushed. My knees went weak again. “Let’s go to your room,” David.