A friend we met the night before was at the door. He came over to visit and have some fun. He was trying to get us out and about. I was really hard fr...m the back rubbing. He could see we were not thinking of going out this night. I could see that every time J would move around her tits were jiggling around. She finally turned to come back to into the room. Wow! I wonder if J knew just how see through the shirt was. I know he could see this happening. This is why I believe he kept talking and. She made sure to work out especially hard on her pussy with her digits. It only took her a minute to get that little clit meat of hers all the way up, fried and greasy. It wasn't enough that it had been twitching and hard. It had to be greasy hot, rolling in goo, so stimulated and erotically high that it was ready to pop off her cunt with ecstasy.And when it finally was that hot, when Sharon's clit meat was really good and sassy and ready to roll that way, she reached down around her hips, let. The divorce was going to be an acrimonious affair with plenty of blood on the carpet. Would I look after Catherine for the holiday, she asked, while they sorted things out? She assured me she had spoken to the headmistress who had agreed to this plan. And so it was that Catherine stayed with me in my flat for three glorious weeks. Our affair started on the first day she was there. I came into the flat to find her in the kitchen with her back to me making a cup of tea. I decided it would be now. “That’s alright – it was my fault” she said with a smile and a kiss on my cheek, and we said no more, although I couldn't help but be more than usually aware of her breasts pressing against mine as we hugged, and both of us maybe held on to each other just a little longer than usual. Was I imagining things, or did I think my mother looked rather sexy that evening. My own mother? Whatever was I thinking? Later that night as we were chatting, we started talking about Jenny, and I asked mum why.