Then she leaned forward and pressed the side of one cheek against me."It's...wet," she said softly, stroking it again, and then brushing her lips agai...st it, just under my clit.I knew her husband had a small dick. He'd stepped out of the hot-tub once, and he sported an erection that barely made a dent in his bathing suit."Suck me," I asked her gently."I don't do that," she answered firmly. I am not a lesbian."Then I will keep the pictures, and send them to your husband's work." Please I've. Out of respect, we will not play around in her presence. We can hug and little peck kisses, or sit and cuddle on the sofa watching a movie, but nothing more in front of her for now. I will let you know when it is time for your mother to join us sexually. I will still be fucking her now and then if that’s good with you, I asked. He said it was fine, but that his mom have him a great blow job yesterday before he went to school. She gives some pretty damned good head, but you know that already. As my hand massaged her mound she started cumming already. I then opened her ass but she said no that's strictly for my husband. I honored her request and took aim at that sweet sweet pu**y. I had some resistance because she was tight as all hell but her wetness made up for it as I finally got all the way inside her she started having another orgasm. I know women can fake orgasms with sunds and noises but you can't fake those seizure like vibrations your body has when a real one hit you. I left. A minute later we heard a sound we both dreaded at that moment, Stephanie was looking for us. Rita hopped down and fixed her swimsuit while I pulled my pants up and grabbed some towels off the shelf and threw them at her. I took some myself and wet one of them in the sink, and then threw it in the dirty clothes hamper in the bathroom just as Stephanie walked in.“What’s taking you guys so long?” she asked. “We couldn’t find the towels in none of the closets, so we came in here to check, we.