Instead, I slip off my sweat pants and throw on my reading light, so she sees me in silhouette as well.Her bow dances across the cello strings and we ...egin trading jazz improvisations back and forth across the courtyard. Her tone is by turns confident, defiant and toward the end suffused with melancholy. As the first rays of dawn pierce the inky black sky above us, we fall silent.Setting the cello aside, she turns to face me. Her breasts and taut pink nipples glow in the diffuse morning light.. Wouldn't denying it have made it worse?"As I comforted her I had to agree. But I needed to assess the damage. "What did you tell her?" I asked."The first thing she wanted to know was, was I still with you?" she said tearfully. "I told her no, I'd married somebody else, and she acted surprised, she said something about my e-mail, and all I could do was stammer that I'd changed my mind. So then she asked me about you, I mean my husband, and I tried to make it sound like you were different, but I. Keep in mind all these feelings and thoughts that went through my head were for me keeping my mouth on his dick for about 15 seconds. Haha sorry, I hate to disappoint. Anyways, I told him how it was, and then told him it was his turn. He said, "Alright." He bent down and did the same. I’m pretty sure similar thoughts raced through his head the 10 seconds he put his mouth around my dick. Our little mouth to dick (or dick to mouth, whatever you choose to call it) didn’t last more than an minute,. €˜Mom, I love how you fuck me.’ She shoved her hips upward; her face was serious as her body writhed against mine. My shaft was smothered in her, drowning in her liquid. I glanced down at the slick lips grazing my cock; she saw the lust in my face and grunted in response. €˜Come on; fuck me. You love my hot cunt, don’t you.’ I jammed in every inch, to answer her question.‘You want to taste my fuck, don’t you honey?€™ She reached down into the swamp and brought up two fingers coated.