She ran her hands through my hair, and panted words of encouragement. After bringing her to several orgasms, She had me sit on the opposite end of the...couch, to which she propped herself on the edge and put her pumps in my lap. Nancy started caressing and rubbing my cock with those brown pumps, and said that I did such a good job, that she was going to reward my performance with my own orgasm. She told me to slip off her pumps, and to smell the rich leather, while her stocking feet made a. But she looked down at this half-clad strumpet andthe overwhelming sense of manhood she felt made a mockery of restraint.I really am Burt, she said to herself in the bubbling quiet of hermind. I'm really a horny commoner; a man who wants nothing but sex.For now, she reminded herself. She couldn't not add that, even if partof her really wanted to surrender, for the moment at least, to the fullexperience... Though she felt that if she didn't fully take on this newpart with all her heart then. "Why don't I give you a nice massage. I know it would make you feel better." Well, alright. That might make me feel better. Let's go into your room, where we were first together." With that, mom headed for my bedroom, and before I knew it, she way laying face down on the bed, with the towel and robe lying in the floor.I just stood there, gazing at her body. She was more than twice my age, but she just looked perfect. Her body was so firm, and her little ass just looked perfect. I was going to. Somehow, however, they were managing it. I was jostled and bumped as Imade my way through the floor.I stopped after a few steps, wondering exactly why I was bothering totravel into the dance floor rather than just dancing on the outskirts (orin a secluded corner). I idly wondered if it was me, if I felt like notgoing all in was cheating on our "game" a little bit. Then someonegrabbed my ass and I very nearly ran out of the bar, high heels or no.I stopped about midway to midway and looked.