. just let it happen. “That’s wimpy,” I voted.We’d been here before ... intellectually. Was it to be the dance? Or were we going to push the e...velope? What would she do now? It wasn’t an exercise of the intellect. She knew that.Standing suddenly, she slid her hands up along her thighs, hooking her thumbs into the elastic of the white, brief panties she was wearing. I could only see the sides of her thighs and hips and the white of the panties’ waistband where she’d hooked them. The crotch. ...I'm your baby now!" "Oh yessss!" "I'm cumming tooooo....give it to me baby.....oooooooooooohh.....don't stop......not yet......ummmmmm......... ummmmmmmmmmmmmm....." My mother practically screamed as Irfan's back arched and he began the final thrusting towards orgasm."Where do you want me to deposit my seed?" he asked."In my pussy," my mother replied, riding his cock for all she was worth."I can't wait," my mother screamed at him. "If I don't feel you pumping my womb full of baby-juice in. He squeaked inperfect time to her rhythmic pumping. His glover fingers clutched andreleased the bedding each time she found the secret spot inside him.My fingers slid easily over my clit and into my wet cunt as I began tofeel an orgasm creep towards me. The pressure in my loins was urgent andred-hot. I glanced at Nikki in time to see her shudder through a climax,her breath ragged and needy.Becky began to spank her lace-covered submissive's buttocks, and eachslap elicited a sharp gasp from him.. "I'll be here," I told him. I started gathering the paperwork. He put a hand on mine. "I didn't ask you if you'd be here. I asked you if you had an issue with a weekly meeting." I shook off his hand. "Yes, I have an issue with it. But, like I said, I'll be here." "We might be able to work things out where we don't have to meet in person so often." His voice was sly. I crossed my arms again. "What are you hinting at?" "Wear a dress next week." "Are you still on this?" "Wear a dress next week,.