Her breath warm on my skin, sent shivers through my body; even more so now as I felt her thigh move harder between my legs, the hot wetness of me lubr...cating every move! Was this really happening?A hand moved to my breast, fingers teasingly pinching my nipple. Stella rose up and kissed me again, and again. What I thought would be a retiring to sleep was now a rising tide of renewed passion...In a moment her mouth was greedily sucking on my tits and my nipples. Sucking, nipping and biting until. She became a teasing, sexy, horny, woman. It was amazing! Thesex was fantastic, the best we'd had in the months that we'd known eachother. At the end, after we'd both cum (her a number of times) shehugged me to her. I lay with her, her panties around my knees andmarvelled at how lucky I was to have met her.As soon as we separated I took the knickers off and we continued asnormal. We had sex a number of times after that and it was okay, butcertainly didn't match that wonderful night. So the next. I looked in the mirror. I really didn’t need a bra. Even at thirty seven my tits were still perky. The dress was short. It only came to the middle of my thighs. I slipped on a pear of white panties. I took one last look in the mirror. I thought to myself. ‘For a mother of an eighteen year old son, I still looked good. I know my husband still likes what I look like. He tries to fuck me at least five times a week.’ I heard the car horn. I ran downstairs, closed and locked the front door and. I dropped between her knees so I could be close to her pussy, to get a good look. Claire immediately looked a little embarrassed, covering her trimmed pussy with a hand and a show of modesty. I smiled inwardly. It was a little late for such a display of modesty. Gently pulling her hand away, with masochistic pleasure I looked at the source of Claire’s embarrassment. I felt jealousy and arousal as I gazed at her previously tight and neat pussy.Jason’s monster had definitely done its damage..