I don’t warm the oil in my hands this time; I just pour the cold liquid onto his chest, causing him to gasp in shock. I lower myself so he gets a gr...at view of my cleavage. I start to work my hands over his chest. Ever so slowly I push my hips harder against him, with every stroke of my hands. I slide myself down his body, my nose and lips brushing down his body, hands trailing behind. I enjoy the feel of his body beneath my fingers. My hands slip over his skin, I feel his muscles beneath. I. Mom signaled this bybringing her knees up and opening herself still wider to my thrusts. Shebegan humping lightly, cuing me to pump a little harder. Thus, bit by bit, like an old-fashioned steam locomotive just graduallypicking up speed, Mom and I began screwing in earnest. My thrusts becameharder and faster; her hips humped more vigorously. Our tongues becamemore insistent in our kisses. Mom began breathing harder and moanedlightly from time to time. I began to grunt with my thrusts. When. Devlin turned around. The man was just a little taller than she was, and naked. He had a barrel chest and a slight gut. His chest hair was dark brown, matching the nest between his legs. His face was kind of fleshy with a thin strake of moustache across his upper lip and a small goatee on his chin."Just fixing breakfast," Devlin said, "but that can wait a bit. Why?" I'm Mark," the man said."Devlin." Good to meet you, Devlin. I was looking for a little action before heading home. How about we. "Could you actually fetch a couple beers from the fridge?" I grabbed a couple of cold ones as soon as I heard it, making it to the table to hand her a beer alongside a kiss on the lips.Soon the meal was done, macaroni and cheese alongside dried tomatoes and shredded bacon, my specialty. I handed her a plate as I sat down beside her, finally cracking the cold drink and taking a modest sip. "Baby, a man hadn't treated me like this in years, it's like my first date" I gave her a nice expression of.