Her muscles contracted hard, occasionally trapping his tongue in one spot for a while. She was enjoying this treatment immensely, making sure that her...toy did not escape until she was satisfied. Soon, her grip on Matt’s hair tightened and she pulled hard as she came, coating his face with her juices. She howled into the air, falling back on the bed with a satisfied look on her face.Is… Is it over? She’s tired out? Matt tries slowly to slide off the bed and look for escape, but he barely even. I sat fascinated watching my wife verbally overcoming his whole lifetime of worries about women. By ten the little pub was full, and we slipped away. ‘Mother’ taking her sons arm and guiding him to the room across the wet car park, the couple of pints it seems having assisted in easing his mental processes… I surely hoped so. I opened the door and we were soon in the warm dry room, his eyes taking in the whole room in a sweep. Coats, damp from the walk across the car park were hung up, and. ‘Let’s see about that’ She now arches her back and stretches her arms out so her giant tits push out and start popping off buttons, one by one they fly off into the air until her shirt is completely torn open. Her big fat double E breasts packed in that small black bra make them look even bigger. You hear music start to play, you realize that Rita had put on some salsa music and Mrs. Jessica gives Rita a big smile. With her arms raised in the air she starts to do an erotic salsa dance, swaying. ’ She couldn’t help but laugh out loud at that comment. God, she used to give him so much grief about his chronic tardiness back in the day. Such a stickler about time, and here she was now, feeling as though she’d wait another thousand years to see him again. Dumb-ass romantic. ‘Yes, but I know it’s different now when you have kids…your time is not your own, you run on their clock instead.’ His face brightened at her words and they spent the next half-hour sharing funny and touching anecdotes.