After licking her nips I reached down and touched her between her thighs that she'd parted, as soon as I rubbed up the front of her bottoms she said "...uck that" and slipped them down, her flab hung down as I slid my hand into her panties. Moving my fingers up and down over her crack I was amazed at how wet she was.She undid my jeans and as they fell to the floor her hand was immediately on my cock, as she stroked me she said "God I need you", as I stroked her pussy she was moaning and as I. Harry was on the verge of climax but couldn't quite get it out, he needed to take a step further, just a small step further. He pushed Melanie's butt gently with his hand to see if she would wake up and to get a feel of her butt, it was soft like the leather couch. She didn't even flinch. Harry knew what he was doing was stupid, but he wasn't thinking his dick was. He leaned over and reached for the zipper of her skirt, his tip pressing against her skirt, letting a squirt pre-cum out. He slowly. . . I'm cumming! . . . oh Jesus! . . . You're making me cum!" She continued to smack my arse like a jockey on the final straight at the Epsom Derby. Pain increased in my balls as mom's thrusting became even more energetic forcing me into her as our orgasms came, her thighs clenching tightly around me like a vice as if I was a tube of toothpaste, twitching out of control, cutting off my ability to breathe normally.The room filled up with the sound of one big noise, the groans of mom, the. "Embarrassed, Emanuel said, "It was nice meeting you, Muriel, perhaps we can play a set or two someday." Doubles, perhaps. With a couple of those handsome tennis pros the club keeps handy," Muriel shot back, and then smiled knowingly."Yes, I'd like that," Emanuel responded as she picked up her tennis kit and closed her locker."Join me for a drink later?" Muriel asked, as Emanuel turned and started walking away.Emanuel looked back over her shoulder and said, "If the match doesn't take overly.