My personal driver, Saul, opened the rear door for Jen to slip into the back seat. Smiling at Jen, I handed her a glass of her favorite white wine, ta...ing in her stunning beauty. Jen was wearing a jade-green evening dress that cupped her full breasts and her gorgeous ass. It was the perfect choice of gown, and it complimented her Auburn curls. As Saul pulled away, soft, smooth jazz rolled around and held her as my hand rested on her tanned leg. She had no idea what lay ahead of her. As I. 'What . . .?''Your testicles, of course, silly, or do you call them your balls?' I couldn't answer her. Her middle finger stroked the sensitive skin behind my scrotum and it had the expected effect. 'Do you masturbate very often?' she asked straight out. 'Or do you call it wanking? Oh look, I do believe it's getting hard again.'She wasn't k**ding. There was nothing I could do about it. I was getting another hard on and it was my mother who was causing it. This was unbelievable. She was smiling. As our lips finally meet I gasp at the clench in my stomach. A deep groan is wrung from him as we explore each other’s mouths and tongues. Our hands begin to wander and his lips leave mine as he bends to run his mouth under my jaw and down my neck. I am awash with this heat, this quaking sensation all over my body and the soft flesh between my legs is already pounding with need. As a dog walker passes close by we pause, breathing hard as we lean forehead to forehead. It’s decision time and it. Pointing out that she would very sad if part of him got sun burnt. She often teased him about his man tan and his white bits. This particular white bit she happened to like quite a lot. In a gloriously silky motion, she straddles him and starts to grind against his growing cock. The motion pleasures her lips and clit, and both their breathing and arousal is climbing. Effortlessly, he lifts her with powerful arms and places her sex over his mouth. He gets to work in a business like and well.