I caress her exposed armpits. A tiny hint of stubble, just a day’s worth of not shaving. I hug her tightly and shove my little face in, rubbing arou...d over my nose and cheeks and mouth. I inhale her. Kinda gross, but still a hint of her feminine vanilla scent. I lick and slobber all over, tasting her salty skin. She squirms, so embarrassed, so weirded out that her daughter is doing this. I giggle and continue licking, down and across her sideboob. So warm and squishy. I reach down and grab a. It just feels as if she’s the thing pulling us together. I made love with you that first time thinking you were Birgit. You remind me of her and I’m afraid that I’m in love with the idea of being in love with you because of Birgit.”“Yes,” she replied, “I think that’s exactly it. Forget the tea. Let me go turn off the kettle. We have something to do.”She went to the kitchen to turn off the stove and then came back to the living room.“Put your shoes on. Let’s go.”I knew exactly where she wanted. Her pussy shape was visible even through pajama. I planted a kiss on her camel toe and started rolling down her pajama. There could see black color V shaped panty was clinched tight to her pussy due to wetness. Her pussy smelled good. Her aroma of pussy was making me mad. Her thighs were fair, fleshy, and soft. I started kissing on milky thighs. I then massaged her inner thighs and came to her panty. I sniffed it.Its fragrance was making me out of the world. I could clearly see swelling of her. Perfect. The overpowering force of my lovers thrusts rammed me into the table each time she penetrated me and I loved every second of it. But that may have been because I was wetter than ever before. A few drops of my pre-cum even oozed out of me and started running down my thighs. But still I loved every second of it. But then an orgasm started growing within me and everything changed. I was moments away from climax, yet I wasnt ready to come. I wanted more. A lot more. I could have chosen a.