Blast it all, but these Scots were a hot-blooded lot. They had no fear of this carnality, of the instinctual level to which they were descending. Of t...e sheer torture to which they condemned the poor woman who made the witless decision to fall in their arms.Something happened on that needy spot, on the folds, on the place he would be so welcome. And then it happened with more intensity. And more tension as her hips moved blindly.Until she broke apart with a long, surprised groan. So delicious,. I certainly hadn't had adequate sleep, but with two days off, I would have ample opportunity to rest. I opened the door of my bedroom and was greeted with the smell of steak and eggs cooking on the stove. Being a professional cook, I felt inclined to chip in. She pushed me away and said, "Just have a seat and conserve your energy; you're going to need it." I watched her moving about in my kitchen as if it were her own. Every move of her body was meant to tease. She knew I loved to look at her. This was not what she had expected to see, but it was a rush seeing her boy standing there with his hard cock pointing right at her. She had always wondered if he had got his fathers endowment and was oddly pleased to find out that he had... and then some! Another sensation struck her as odd.... instead of being embarrassed or shamed into leaving the room she was actually turned on by this situation. Her clit was tingling and she could feel her pussy lips starting to moisten with her. It was also amazing that she couldn’t wrap her hand around it. She could touch her thumb and forefinger tips when she had her hand around Paul’s dick. But not on Joel. No sir. The boy’s dick had to have been six or six and half inches around before she ever got a hold of it. And now that it was pissed off and bloated, she realized that it had to be closer to seven and a half or eight inches around… obviously so big around that she couldn’t suck it into her mouth…at least not entirely.