The taste of my pussy was still on his lips and beard and I kissed him deeply, inhaling the scent of my own sex.I heard a sound over near the door and...I lifted my head to look between my legs at the doorway. Standing there was Shawn, his pants around his knees and his hard six inch cock in his hand. I could see the shimmer of precum on the head of his circumcised dick and knew he must have been standing there for a while."How long have you been there?" I asked, an accusing tone in my voice.I'm. My mom had been married at least seven times. She had husbands who cheated on her, had gambling and alcohol addictions, and those were the GOOD ones. Charlie was alright, though. He didn’t do any of that stuff as far as I knew.She asked if we were going to be legally married. When Master told her he had a wife waiting for him at home, it took about ten minutes to explain his complicated relationship with his wife. “She is my submissive. She is okay with me bringing home a slave to train. When. We spend about 20 minutes working through the questions and all the time she is turning to look back up at me standing next to her in the manner of a tutor. Her eyes widen as she does and the flirtatious smile is just killing me. She wriggles in her seat and every now and then the angle of her body allows me to see the top of her breasts in their bra cups. My cock is straining at my pants and I'm having to turn slightly so that Olivia can't easily see it, but to be honest I'm not trying that. ”“Really?”“Very much so. Blake, you’ve become very special to me and have helped me more than you realize.” I held her tighter.“So, is this you hitting on me?”“Maybe.” I smiled. “Are you surprised to hear that I find you irresistible?”“You’re pretty transparent, Steve.”“So I’ve been told. But can you really be interested in an old grouch like me?”She looked at me with a sparkle in her eyes. “How should I answer?”She found the perfect way as her lips tenderly met mine and our hidden passions.