Passing me by was a woman around mid forties and slightly curvy she dropped her hand bag and the contents spilled, i volunteered some help and her thi...gs had s**ttered quite a way. She looked at me and said “thank you” I replied “a pleasure to help Miss” always a pleasure I thought and it seemed she read those. We got into some light conversation usual stuff weather and such.The lady was dressed in what was to find out later tights. Three quarter length skirt a blouse of light pink cotton a. My head buried in pillows I was stroking my own thick cock & fucking loving it! Now Jay is balls deep again! He then shifts his hips from left of center then to the right. Then up & down & then this swirly motion. HOLY SHIT! I've never felt anything like it in my life. Pure ecstasy! This cocksmith is rearranging my insides & I'm loving it. I had pretty much let loose with some low moans & bit my lip to keep to shouting out but when Jay started swirling I let go. “Holy fuck, god dammit, that. I felt nervous and excited at the same time; I never had this feeling the first time I had sexual contact with a mam.We lay down together on the bed, my hand finding his cock hard again and I felt his fingers over my bush. Instinctively I parted my legs, letting my son touch his mother’s pussy. He was soft and gentle, the opposite to my only time of letting a man down there, how dose he know what to do.I felt moist down there and he parted me, softly slipping his finger in between my lips. He. "I mean that a young thing like you would be a dish, but I thought more about me watching you sleep with a black stud. You'd make the team!"???? "A black stud?" shocked, Sveta said with eyes full of tears. "I could never do such a thing! I have never even talked to a black man! There are none in my town. On top of that, what would my strict parents say if they knew it and my boyfriend will be back home soon? You know, something like this would kill him and he's going to be my husband. What kind.