"Oh, I've been here before." Joyce looked hot in her shirt and tight fitting blue jeans. The fit of her jeans accentuated every curve of her young but... and lovely legs. I introduced her to John. He gave me a sly nod of approval. "Play a game of pool while we wait for John's wife?" I asked. I really just wanted to see Joyce bending over the pool table in those tight jeans, though I did like playing the game. We started playing and I easily took the lead though I really didn't care. I got more of. He had been away all weekend for a football game. She grabbed the red paint then, splashing a streak of red across the canvas. She grabbed the blue then bending over the canvas to pour a small pool of the rich color onto the corner, trailing a small line to the opposite corner. Her shirt rose higher, the soft curves of her thighs leading to a perfect view of her moist lips. He groaned then, letting the door shut slowly as she stood up, turning to look at him. A seductive smile spread across her. She sobbed.“That I don’t understand,” I said, ”you are an attractive woman. There would be men …”She interrupted: “Yes, ’men’, but I will not give me to another man, and another, and another.”She looked away. I took her hand:“Nelly …”She looked at me.“Yes,” she whispered, “if I were younger, I would bid you to be my lover - but I am to old for you.”“Nonsens,” I answered.“O yes, I am. One day you will find a young girl, and either you would have pangs of conscience to abandon me and have pains,. Come on Joy, I know it feels good for you baby! Come all over mommas hand and make it all wet! Make mommy happy baby! Saras own fingers found her own throbbing clit and began to rub it vigorously. Her old, wet pussy humping in search for an entering cock, she forced her fingers down her shaved slit to her hole and slammed her fingers inside herself. Joy sped up her bounce, bouncing harder and faster on her moms hand, her actions becoming jerky. Knowing that Joy needed something extra to be sent.