For the first time ever I wanted to suck a man… his cock. I didn’t know exactly what to do, but between us I learned quickly. He was alive in my h...nds and in my mouth and I climaxed from the experience again. I wanted him to cum and I wanted to taste it. I felt a little sweetness at his head and my tongue savored it. He stopped me and pulled me up. I wanted to stay just where I was and pleasure him the way he had me, but he insisted. When I was on my feet, he kissed me again and picked me up. A minute later she walks back past us to their table. I’m liking this. I let a couple minutes go by and lazily turn my seat again to face them, sipping on my drink. I can see the strain in him, wanting to look but for her not to notice. She checks her phone and his eyes are on me in a flash. I give him a wink, lick my lips and open my legs again. I wonder if there is enough light for him to see the sheen on my pussy lips. I bet his cock is rock hard. I close my legs. Our table is ready. Hubby. I felt so dirty at that moment. I didn’t care. In fact, I liked it. She headed upstairs and I finished up the last of the dishes. When she came back down, she was in her purple baby-doll nightie and a pair of pink low-rise boy shorts with a lace trims. “You want your foot rub now Mom?” I asked, hoping to sound confident, like a charmer. She grinned, “You are spoiling me little boy…of course I do. But you go get comfy first. I’ll be on the couch.” I started to walk towards the stairs, and then. After critically appraising it for a moment, he turned to his young model, saying, "Now, this is all very satisfactory. However, I feel that, in order to fully understand the mystery of form, it must be studied unencumbered by clothes. Please, if you could disrobe, I would be most grateful." With merely a nod and an "As you wish, sir," his model disrobed and stood simply before him, without a hint of bashfulness. Camorra sucked in a breath as the firelight made the boy's skin glow, shadows.