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While we were there mum took every chance she got to go down to the beach to sunbathe and swim her figure drawing admiring looks from the men as she w...lked along the beach. When father was there she wore a one piece swimsuit, but once away on business she wore a bikini which I thought she looked gorgeous in causing me to have to hide my erection with a towel. The lads I sometimes hung around with in the town used to say mum was a real looker and would love to fuck her, or she had great tits and. I grew larger and larger ..I could she Carol's titties slightly bounce as her head would pop back and forth with my cock in her mouththe slight gagging noises she was trying to keep concealed from her husband Mike.from hearing. as I would lean farther back against the sink the more she would deep throat my cock . This lady knew what she was doing when it came to sucking a cock. She would do it with passion and the love of it I could tell. I grabbed her head with my fingers and found her. I brought a bottle of olive oil from my bathroom cabinet. Sine it was winter, it took some time for the heat convector to warm the room so that we could be nude. We stripped off each other slowly. Now I lay on the floor mat and she came over me. When our oiled bodies touched each other, it was a wonderful experience. She moved to and fro oiling me. Then she applied oil on her boobs and with them applied on the whole of my body. Now she oiled whole of her body and gave me a good massage till the. “It’s Monday…but I’ll make time for you if it’s important.” He said with a puzzled expression on his face. I placed our coffee on his desk, making sure that he got a good look down the front of my dress. Grinning I stepped back against the wall and looked at the closed door then back at my handsome boss. “Is this what you were looking for last week?” I nervously asked as I took hold of the hem of my dress and slowly lifted it up to my waist. I did a little shimmy with my hips.

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