As I walked upstairs to Richard room, Steve followed me like a horny dog, hands on my tight small ass, feeling me. His slacks never made it to the roo... as he was already out of them. He was walking with the biggest hard on. Once in the room, Steve said we need to be quick as Richard may be coming home soon. Once in the room, I turned and kneeled down. I took his cock in my mouth and started to give him a great blow job. He was big and it took me some adjustment to get most of his cock in my. You increase your motions, fingers fucking me, your mouth sucking me, and I feel my breathing become harder, sweat is forming under me, I feel my juices increasing, and I know my orgasm is about to hit, when suddenly you stop, climb on top of me and start slamming into me for all your worth! I hold on to your shoulders, wrap my legs around your waist and meet you stroke for stroke. We kiss and with the taste of all the flavors and all our juices, it tastes so good and makes me want to drink you. "Everyone knows that women's muscles work in different ways than men's.I have a PhD in Physiology from Harvard and I've studied virtually everystyle of massage. I've combined my knowledge and skills to come up witha process for helping a woman maximize the use of her musculature and,at the same time, enhancing the femininity of her motion."She had finished with my feet and moved up to my ankles, then my thighs.I was floating on a cloud, mesmerized by the sound of her voice. As shecontinued with. She sat up and flexed obviously sore arms. All she had on was a black leotard that contrasted nicely with her light olive skin. If I thought she looked good that morning, I would have creamed my pants watching her in the shiny, skintight little outfit, with legs spread on either side of the weight bench, if she was not my mother. The mountain started massaging her arms."Hi, honey," Mom said, obviously enjoying the massage, maybe a little too much, as her nipples were plainly visible."Mom? He.