Her lips were soft and her tongue inquisitive and the smell of herperfume was intoxicating. She felt soft and yielding and the satin dressshe was wea...ing caressed his flesh excitingly. His hand went to herstocking-clad thighs; he stroked the gauzy shadow welt of her stockings,relishing their silky texture.Carlotta found Alan?s penis and gently stroked it and he growled. Sheknew how to tease him. She stroked him until he was fully tumescent andthen rubbed the throbbing appendage on her. She was 64 with salt and pepper curly hair, as tall as Sam with big momma boobs and a substantial but not fat older woman’s body. Gil and I later speculated about how those massive hooters would feel on our faces and peckers. Sam had not clued her in on any of our household customs so we were dressed and behaved ourselves. She was very upbeat, easygoing, and charming. Must run in the family we guessed.We visited well into the night. Marge enjoyed telling us every embarrassing thing about Sam. Xav slipped his hands under my ass, lifting me slightly. He grabbed the waist band of my pants and panties and pulled them off, leaving me reclining against Ryan completely naked. Ryan, now unhampered by my panties, continued to drive me crazy with his shallow fingering, but he added to my frustration, by rubbing slow circles around my puffy, throbbing clit. My eyelids fluttered, as my hips pumped up and down, trying to reach that just out of reach pinnacle. “I was right, pretty Bella. Your. Me: Okay, fine. Her, smiling: Did you mean yes dear? Me: Yes dear. Her: Okay, that’s better. Now how about we have you do a pose for me so I can remember how pretty you look?I was speechless for a moment as I looked at her. Me: Honey, c’mon, no pictures, this is embarrassing enough already. Her: Okay, I’ll guess we’ll do a lot of poses then. You don’t learn, do you? Only one thing is allowed to come out of your mouth. Me, slowly: Yes dear. Her: You know something honey? I have.