Her allure never siphoned her charm, never left her hollow. Piercing blue eyes told you she was constantly thinking a million things but wouldn’t da...e say what. On the occasions she did, pleasure was far too tame a word to say what it gave me.On that particular Thursday, her long, mahogany curls draped the shoulders of her thigh-length coat, full skirt complemented by lace, black tights silhouetting her curvy legs. As she entered the coffee shop, pausing to shut the door, my hand thrust. He was sound asleep when we arrived and Martha saw us. Timmy didn’t stay asleep, though, for Martha was all over him. She was crying and checking him out to ensure he hadn’t been hurt. Of course, since Timmy had been asleep all this time, and didn’t know what was wrong, his Mom’s behavior scared him and he started to cry. That set Martha off again, thinking that he was hurt, and she had just missed his injury. Eventually everything settled down, and we finished our rest period. Sereine. He could feel the unmistakable surge of juices flowing from her pussy on his fingers, and then the tell-tale pulsing of her pussy muscles as they gripped his firmly thrusting fingers, so he sucked her clit harder and waited for her explosion. It had been building for such a long time that she didn’t know what she was feeling when it hit her, her eyes were closed tightly and she simultaneously wanted him to stop, but didn’t want the glorious torture to end. ”Oh God, yes. FUCK. I am cumming.. "Nosis," she whispers. "What do you know about Holliday?"I give a giggle of hysteria. I am running on empty and she wants references to her love life. "Good man, funny humor, do not let him drive. And make sure he does his own laundry." I rattle off the first few things that run through my mind."Oh" she says sounding disappointed.I grin to myself and add. "You should ask Diana, she grew up with him." I give her hand a comforting pat. "I am still learning everyone's names." Alright ladies, it's.