" Sounds fun." I told her "But why don't you try and set something up with the three of us while I am on break, that way he can experience the real th...ng." No, he knows that you are my ex-husband's son and would never go for that." The more we talked about sex, both their escapades and our own, the more horny I got. Finally, I said "Well, are we going to do this or what?' "You really are serious about this aren't you?" She asked"You say that like you don't want to." was my smart ass comment. Forever. He rubbed his whiskers against her sensitive flesh, adding more beautiful friction, eliciting music to his ears. Then he felt it. He began to saw his fingers into her, delving deeper and deeper, making sure to linger his caresses against that one spot. More notes of passion escaped her parted lips. His cock twitched, the front of his jeans feeling even more uncomfortable. It took all of his willpower to not strip and pound like an animal into her. ‘Come for me, little one,’ he. I’ve felt you. I’ve tasted you. It excites you even more than it excites me, and I never had stronger orgasms. You are an attentive lover and you love it. When I lick you ... Well, there’s nothing particularly wrong with it. I love you. But it doesn’t do anything for me. I end up just as dry at the finish as at the start.”“And when I’m doing you ... Do you think about me? Or do you think about Allen?”“Um...” Damn! I shouldn’t have hesitated.“That’s what I thought. You can’t hide the fact that. He stepped in, wrapped her in his arms and kissed her long and deep. I stood there awash in jealousy and happiness. They left and I soon followed, having booked myself a hotel room nearby. It was a relatively sleepless night for me, my head filled with images of what they were doing to one another. Part of me didn’t want to know, and part of me needed to watch; be the fly on the wall, seeing every detail, hearing every whimper, grunt, and moan as they rode together to heights she could only.