However it wasn't THAT! sort of feeling, for a change I felt completely awake, just unable to cum?. The unwelcome thought that I could be at last 'dry...ng up' suddenly occurred, surely not?, for God's sake!, but then I am 53 so.......... Trying to correct the situation I began a well rehearsed campaign of squeezing my buttocks, tensing my thighs, and (carefully) arching my dodgy back while squirming from side to side a little, by now my sweaty lil' buttocks were sticking to the leather settee.. As he nibbled down on her nipple he slid his right hand down her stomach and graced over her belly button. Then he slid gently down her 'V' to her vagina. He parted her wet lips with his index finger and felt around carefully and slowly for her vein. It was so wet it allowed his finger glide with ease into place. It was as if he was gracefully gliding his finger over the thinnest fishing line you could find. She let out a load moan, "That's it!! More!" He moved across it multiple times and felt. Jack's mother Amber is 44 and works of a publishing company as an chief editor with her own corner office, but she only goes into the office for meetings and the occasional work emergency. most of the time she works from home in her home office. when a deadline is fast approaching she can sometimes spend days on there only come out for food and to use the bathroom. as looks go she is pretty average standing at 5'3" with a 33 b-cup, 29" waist, and 34" hips. her face was moderately attractive. ." I gasped, "a fantasy..."CracK! My arse cheeks stung and I felt a shameful wetness building in my pussy along with a desperate urge to grind my groin against the broken-down wall I was folded over.I felt a finger slide along my exposed slit."You're already wet, you cheap slut," he said. His hands gripped my hips and suddenly his mouth was on me, a stiff demanding tongue pressing into my pussy, turning me on more than I'd ever felt before. His fingers pried me open and he licked deeper. I.