He released her, and as the tension in her body burned, he reached one hand up to her face and caressed her flushed cheek- bone. His hand felt cool up...n her face. Her mouth hung slightly open. Her hands slowly ran up either thigh and met in the middle to grip him once again. She pumped once, twice, thrice before her head bowed once again and she engulfed him in her mouth, a wisp of hair hanging down over her forehead and across her hol- lowed cheeks. Deep she took him, drawing him down into her. “Yes, anything.” Around six thirty next morning, I'm sixty miles away and as much as I am enjoying the ride I have to wonder how my mother in-law is going to feel when she finds her glasses have been covered in my man sauce. Since I left without eating, I found a waffle house and went in for breakfast. Carol called me. "Hi, I'm down in south Venice... She knows? What did she say?” “It was so strange and yet funny," said Carol. "I heard Mom get up and I knew when she’d be in the living room.. He smiled and simply said that he was OK with it. "I'll take what I can get" he whispered and then winked. "I'll meet you in the parking lot" I said as I turned away and checked out another audio CD. I waited until he came out as before and once again we went to a safe spot to park. I quickly slid my jeans to the floor and he bent over to my cock and his mouth was warm, wet and willing. James was 59 then and I was just 39 ('Just"). As he sucked me, slowly at first, I kept thinking that. Susan said to him, “Now I’m going to have you relive something that I saw my parents do once a couple of months ago.” Susan walked right up to him and took the little thing between her fore finger and thumb and gave it a not so tender squeeze and led him over in front of the couch.She had total control over him in that one little grip and she knew that she could lead him anywhere that she wanted him to go. So when they arrived to the stopping place where Susan had picked, she squeezed it again.