I didn’t want to flaunt my cleavage, sending any wrong message to my stepbrother. However, when I bent over the table to serve him, he didn’t miss...the chance to take a brief look at my cleavage. My husband was busy talking to my son. He didn’t notice Jim checking out my cleavage. Jim gave me a big smile, but I didn't pay any attention to him. Jim tried to be naughty with me under the table. He rubbed his feet against my legs. However, I didn’t show any interest in being naughty with him; I. My juices taste like salty water with a little sweetness. I smell like hot pineapple and buttery-bitter cunt juice.As I rub my asshole and the skin beneath it, I find the little tight skin at the base of my cunt and gently flick and stroke it faster and wetter as I run my finger up and down and in between my labia lips. I dip my finger into my juicy cunt and out again.With my other hand, below the table,I have two fingers massaging the fatty mound inside my cunt,my palm pressing and releasing. Sam's feelings were always quite clear. "T'night, ya say? Damnable, it is! Downright damnable."Sam stepped backward, openly accenting his every word with some gesture or movement. The smaller man gave every appearance of reluctance and disappointment."What're ya doin' t'night that's more important than the games. The games, Larry, the games!" We play on Tuesdays and Thursdays, it's Wednesday, right between the two," Larry said referring to the frequent card games that he, Sam, and a bunch of. My lips were all over her and continuously moving from her lips to neck to her nipples and then back to lips. Occasionally slipping towards her underarms and she use to life her hands up to allow me to sniff. I moved my hands slowly to her pussy above her panty and she was all wet. In response, she also moved her hands and held my long throbbing dick. She started moving her hands along the length. It was getting too much for me to control.Without wasting any time, I removed my pants and her.