.I know you’ve always wanted to!” Well she was right on that score he had to admit, but this was a situation to be handled somewhat diplomatic...lly he felt. “Tell you what girls,” he announced, “Show me your nipples first and we’ll see what happens then, OK?” What followed was surely the realization of so many men’s ultimate fantasies from time immemorial. A still youngish wife (Denise was only thirty eight) and teenage step-daughter hastily divesting themselves of their bras, fully. He was fucking ready again as I bounced on his dick, his head leaned back in shear pleasure. I could feel him building, and knew he was close. I wanted to swallow this load, so when I could tell he was just seconds away from blast off, I slid him out of my ass, moved down the bed and took his lube and cum covered cock in my mouth and blew him for all I was worth. A few seconds later his body tensed and he shot his morning load in my mouth. He got really sensitive just like most guys right when. Correction, TRACKING me. I had never been tracked before, not like this. Sure, plenty of predators could follow a trail, but so long as you crossed paths with other runners with a stronger scent, or better yet simply outran one with said predator chasing you, it was fine. I had never been singled out like this. How do you hide your scent I wondered? It was a question I earmarked for later. How long before she starts after me was my next thought. A few seconds, a minute, an hour maybe, I wasn’t. I lifted the dress a little up her thigh and open the tube to find the seal was not broken yet. Then I used the lid to break the seal and squeezed too hard that it shot out the cream on my hand and on the bed. She told not so hard do it slowly. I felt like an idiot. And then I went to the foot of her legs and spread her legs wide and then kneel between her legs, stared. she had her eyes closed her breast going up and down as she breathed. I lifted the dress just below the mound looked at her.