Oranges, yellows, reds, and pinks were now barely visible over the horizon. As the sky darkened into night, and the night’s stars began to appear ac...ompanied by the full moon. Jennifer started kissing my neck under the collar of my Polo shirt as she slid her hands under my shirt and rubbed her hands up and down my back. I reached for the bottom of her dress, then moved my hands up her soft silk like skin. My hands followed her inner thigh, moving slowly upward between her legs, caressing from. When I felt that way I would get him hard, usually by sucking his dick, then I would straddle him, hold his cock in position and lower myself onto it, feeling it as it filled my pussy. Then when he was as deep as he could go I would lean forward, and have him play with my tits and grind my pussy onto him. I could make myself come in less than a minute this way and then I would usually have him fuck me for his own release. And I knew that I'd be lying if I said that in that moment I didn't wish. Taylor, I wish you could have met my mom. You remind me so much of her. She was just like you, so tall and sexy - and she loved having fun.”“Thank you Honey.“Joe, you get a bath and we’ll meet you downstairs, either in my room or the kitchen.”I kissed Mom on her cheek, squeezing her right titty. I laughed when she jumped back. I kissed Mary Ellen and squeezed her titty, and they both swatted at me as I ran toward the door.I hurried through my bath and dressed in starched jeans, a fresh tee. It was almost four in the morning and it had been a very long day. I rolled over to kiss my husband. I kissed him passionately and as he awoke his hand went between my legs. "Fuck, your wet," he said. "I know," I answered. We continued to kiss and play with each other. "You smell fucking ripe," my husband said. Getting offensive, I said "It's been a long day, over 12 hours in these hose, it's fucking Africa hot and I've been fucking craving a fuck all day, so yes I'm very wet and fucking ripe..