Crouching, she moved with infinite care and used every bit of cover to blend with her surroundings. Her progress was so slow that the impala could eas...ly mistake her evenly tanned naked body for a tree stump. She lifted her leg high against her breast and slowly brought her foot down with special care not to step on a twig or thorns that might give away her position.She always loved walking naked in the bush, free from the restrictions of clothes and conventions of society. The tingling in her. I just cursed myself for doing such an obvious thing for starters. I then went back to the hall with the bulge in my groin only having grown to it’s fullest size. I was then thinking about my next course of action and I turned around to see her cleaning the window panes of our kitchen. She had climbed upon the stage to get better reach to the window and I went straight into the kitchen and stood right behind her so close that my chest had brushed slightly on her tight ass. She immediately. ”“Yes,” I whimpered, loving his fingers finding the nipples he suckled from as a babe. Oh, how I loved suckling my baby boy.I straddled him, pleasure shooting down to my pussy. I grasped his cock, guiding it to my married pussy. I’d never had a dick in me but my husband’s before. I rubbed the tip of my son’s shaft against my pussy, sliding it up and down my slit. It nudged my clit, sending delight sparking through me.“See how I tease his cock,” I purred to Leyla, my daughter’s face peering at. She was in this black dress that showed a bit of cleavage, and hung nicely over her body, and ended about mid thigh. One thing she still had, was great legs. I was wondering if her thong was black, or not wearing anything at all.The reception was very nice, and the dinner was excellent. I was introduced to quite a few people she knew, but it was never said that I was her cousin. I think she did this, so she wouldn’t look desperate. Anyone that knew her, knew she is going through a divorce, and.