Because it looks like fucking butter to me." She shuddered. Her eyes glowed. Bedroom eyes. I was pleased that I had made her wet. She hesitantly lean...d over and pressed her soft, full lips to mine. I grinned into her mouth. I ran my fingers down her sides, under her loose top. She reached greedily for my bra, tucking her hand under my t-shirt. She pulled it aside and her cool fingers fondled my nipple. "Tickles," I commented. She laughed. I loved her laugh. She was so feminine, so adorable. I. And she did get plenty of prick from Jonathon, too--she couldn't complain that she was frustrated and had to do without. It was just the timing, her particular devotion to getting her rocks off first thing in the morning.She enjoyed fingerfucking her cunt.She had to admit it, sheepish as it made her feel. She had always relished a long, leisurely handjob, and she liked fingerfucking as much now as when she had been a young girl, virginal and chaste and playing with her pussy day and. The kisses were innocent at first but that soon changed, and they began kissing passionately and fondling each other"s beautiful tits. It just kept getting better and better. "How long has this been going on?" I asked. "We played around the last time she was home," Joan said. "Yeah, Daddy. I made it with a girlfriend and I wanted Mom to see how good it feels. But don"t worry, I like men, too." I shamelessly stroked my cock as Joan sucked her daughters beautiful tits. She untied the ribbon and. They were very touchy-feely for people who’d just met. Gordon leaned in close, murmuring something in her ear. She naturally stepped back just a little, which backed her up into Dave. His hand went on her hip, and lower. She didn’t seem to mind. In fact, her grin and her body language seemed to encourage it. Minutes more of this passed before Monica excused herself to walk over to Ben. ‘Hello,’ she smiled as if nothing was wrong. ‘Hey,’ he said. ‘You have the room keys?’ Her grin renewed his.