My fingers squeezing your cock through your trousers... I want to feel your body against me... I straddle your legs and lean down to meet you lips as ...ou move to kiss me again... Moving on your lap I feel your cock swell in your trousers... Placing my hands under your shirt and feeling your chest beneath my hands... Wanting to feel more of me you slip one of your hands surreptitiously under my top and cup my bra-covered breast in your handMoaning as I feel your thumb brush over my. A quick glance at her face made him suspect that she really wasn’t aware of the effect this had on him. ‘I want you to fuck me,’ she said unsurely, almost meekly. That gave him the control back and he smiled. ‘I can’t hear you, honey.’ In a more determined tone, she spoke up. ‘I want you to fuck me, Doug. I want to feel you fucking me hard…’ Her last word tapered off into a groan as he began to pump his hips, moving in and out of her. She arched her back and brought her hips up to meet him.. She was forty seven, mother of two girls and a boy aged twenty two, nineteen and sixteen respectively when her husband died. Shyamalavathy was twenty two when she married to her thirty two years old husband, a Lecturer, one year after his first wife died. He was a suspecting and dominating husband. She led the life accepting the fate, living with her cruel and abusive husband for the sake of c***dren. She was beautiful and sexy. Every man who looked at her desired her. Her husband used to. " Like Cathy bragged about earlier, we kind of lucked into an empty room."Christine said, "Did you really come down without a reservation or knowing if you could get on?"I said, "Why don't we have a drink and then we can talk about it. I am having a Jack and coke. We have beer and champagne as well. We have some snacks but after that dinner it will be a while before I can even look at those cookies, but I probably won't be able to resist until bed time."Tom said, "Jack and coke is good for both.