Slowly her mouth worked up my shaft, and then down again, each time my whole being was drawn into her, and then released to be gripped tightly again. ...ensual delight was her mission, slowly building the pleasure she gave me, her hands stroking and squeezing my balls in the same seductive rhythm as her throat was pulsing to, a finger lightly stroking across my asshole. This was exquisite, she was playing me like a flute, drawing me to fever pitch. Slowly, silently, she continued, sliding her. And No, she can’t go with us on the honeymoon!Somehow, in all this confusion, I “forgot” to have a long overdue discussion with Jennifer about my college degrees.That point was soon rendered moot however, the day Hurricane Jennifer blew into our house. And no, I am not talking about a meteorological event.Tom was on a business trip, and what I didn’t know was Jennifer had trouble sleeping at night when Tom wasn’t around.Piqued by my innocent little comment at the engagement party that there was. She didn’t bother to toy and tease with my head first, she just sucked as hard as she could and jerked me off as fast as she could to the point I felt I was going to go off like a rocket before even thinking about coming. She grabbed one of my ass cheeks and clenched it, making my entire body go stiff. I growled and grunted and did everything I could not to shoot off everything that was inside of me. Part of me wanted to turn Andrea around and plow into her so I could get a better look of Tim. I collapsed on her after about a half hour. After laying on her for a few minutes to catch my breath I rolled onto my side of the bed. I then watched mom take a finger and trace it through my sperm on her stomach like she was finger-painting.As we continued this over the next few months I was getting more and more frustrated. I wanted to be inside of her and not just butting up against her panties. She was obviously enjoying this so what was the problem? Was she doing this deliberately to.