Watching her throw her head back and finally being able to hear her moan, I could feel my climax building up. Her hand was on the back of his head, an... it looked like she was pulling his head toward her pussy. Her hips were also moving in a grinding motion. I could only imagine what it must have been like to be that older bastard licking her pussy, while she was grinding her pussy into his face. The sight of it all was so sexy that I couldn’t hold back anymore, and grunted as my cum shot out. The more likely real explanation: it was seized due to a fit of Kingly envy.The King, though, still looked upon the Fouquets with a jaundiced eye. The arrogance of naming their estate ‘Worthy of the Viscount’ was an unnecessary slap at the King’s ego. It was petty, but it would never be forgiven and certainly never forgotten.As Madame Fouquet was an old friend of Aurora’s family, her visits there were, if not tolerated, at least overlooked. It was a place of refuge for us, away from Versailles,. She would never let me eat any junk food, but hey what she didnt know didnt hurt right? A little about mom, her name is Lucy, she is 38 yrs old, has shoulder length red hair, emerald green eyes and stands at 6 foot tall. She has the best legs I have ever set my eyes on and her 38d boobs always caught my attention and were the cause of many of my masturbation sessions. Now mom worked out 3 times a week and jogged every morning before breakfast. The way her boobs would sway to and fro when she. I ran my hands over my legs and butt and I felt amazing. I wanted to see how it looked so I headed into Bev’s room and the full length mirror. Twisting this way and that, in front of me my reflection flaunted itself and I could see the femininity in me and I felt wonderful.I couldn’t go on much longer I stood there rubbing the bulge that strained against the panties and tights, I groped and tugged at cock and it broke free of the fabric just as I let go the most mind blowing orgasm. I came.