She acquiesced. I'm not a foot man, but a woman's legs always appeal to me. On that day, my mother had worn a pencil skirt with a seam split mid-thigh...on one side, enough to allow her freedom of movement but not too risque for a work environment. The way she was sitting, however, caused it to fall open, revealing an expanse of silky thigh I was all too familiar with. I set to with gusto, stopping to stand a few times to refill my mother's wine glass. By the end of the massage, she was wearing. As she suddenly remembered the pleasure that he would be bearing upon his return to her bed, she sat bolt upright, instantly awake with her heart pounding. The anticipation drove every synapse in her body to firing up an electrical storm, her erogenous zones were tingling as she made her way to the door where she admitted the room service waiter with a warm embrace and a passionate kiss, his uniform, and her flimsy teddy being the only barrier between their sexually charged bodies. She quickly. . or not. There was nothing overtly sexual in the contact between them, or theirmannerisms toward each other, so he could have easily been a close friendof hers, or even her brother, for that matter. But their mannerisms couldalso be of a more getting to know each other, romantic sexual nature. Without knowing what they were saying to each other, it was impossible toread out of their behavior, without first reading into their behavior. Than I lost them out of my sight, and after about 10. She was very happy very excited and then we began to talk, telling me again she had been playing with her pussy before I came over thinking of fucking me and sucking my cock which she had now done and was so happy she had. I asked her why she has been so angry. She said that she was just jealous because she had not gotten any attention from me and then finding out that I was fucking her mother just made things worse. Then she told me that she had been wanting to fuck me for a long time and gave.