She felt my shoulders and back muscles. She draped her top leg over mine, her calf pressing down on my cock and I pulled her over and on top of me.She...spread her legs, her breasts and pubic mound pressing down I felt my cock wedged between her legs.She sat up and removed her T shirt and revealing those sweet breasts that were so firm they hardly moved when she bent forward, and pressed one of them to my lips to suck and nibble on.She moaned and shivered on top of me as I sucked and swirled my. "You're not exactly a Ninja, are ya?" He came into the den with a soda in one hand and a huge sugar cookie in the other and just plopped into the easy chair next to the sofa. Plopped is saying it nicely. He, like his Dad was rough on the furniture. Flopped into the chair is a more exact description of how my son sat down. Did I catch a glimpse of him staring at my legs as he came in the room? Perhaps my mind was just being overactive since my discovery this morning. If so, why was I now. It was too dark in there to see her face, but the light from his side illuminated her midriff well enough to see she had three fingers stuffed in her cunny and the juices were flowing down her long legs.Mike was instantly hard, and began wanking his seven inches, standing up to show what he was doing. He had seen gloryhole porn many times and knew the etiquette.Within a minute of him doing this, a pale, almost ghostly finger came through the hole, indicating that he should push his cock. She sought out the button on his pants and pulled, trying to get to him. He growled softly and released her nipple. His hand slipped free from her jeans, took her wrist, and stopped her from opening his pants. ‘No, sweetheart, cain’t touch just yet,’ he whispered. ‘That’ll come…after you do.’ She groaned in unbridled frustration, but withdrew her hand. His lips returned to hers for a short kiss and then were back to her nipple. He cupped her left breast, kneaded it gently at first, then harder.