"Standing, she waggles her lovely booted foot, nudging first one knee and then the other causing me to spread them, leaving my package laying, malleab...e, on the box. Squatting down again, she unlatches part of the box top, allowing my package to drop into the space below. More gently, and moving my flesh as necessary, she replaces the lid. Our faces are but inches apart as she stares into my eyes and raises one hand against the wall.A sound. A zephyr against my privates. She watches me. Another deep breath, and she went into the dining room, carrying the plates with her. Since it was Friday night, she opened a bottle of wine and poured a full glass for him and only half a glass for herself. “I think I might have had a glass or two too much,” her husband said after the dinner was finished and put the glass down. “I need to have a lie down.”“You do that, honey, and I'll put away the dishes,” she answered, smiling and suppressing the urge to touch herself before getting up and. "Kinda sad that you end up making the breakfast even though I should." she said a few weeks ago as I poured syrup on her plate.I grinned."Its okay mom! You work hard to make sure we have money for the breakfast." "I know. But I don't make nearly enough now." Its enough for us mother" I said patting her hand.The sweet smell of batter brought me back. She was already coming down the stairs. I scurried around putting everything on the table.I heard her walk to the living room and open the door. In. The moment it hit her swollen clit she gasped. She worked it up and down her lips. It was well lubed and she smacked it softly on her inflamed clitoris. She was running the head of his cock along the length of her slit, brushing her clit each time as Khan coated it with his love nectar. Her mind was begging her “Put in.. Put it in.” Melissa pushed the head of his cock inside slowly. Just an inch. It felt big. “He’s bigger than you are. Might take me some time to adjust.” She said to her.