OK?"I kissed her.We got to the restaurant and had a glass of wine together, then ordered. I was famished, and she did a pretty good job with her meal,...too. We were nothing but a Mother and her Son, out having dinner together. We chatted and laughed, but there was no touching or hand holding, although I hungered to touch her. At the end of the meal, she looked at me, her face softly lit by the candle in the middle of the table. I had never seen, nor will I ever see, such a beautiful woman, her. With her hair and makeup done, Nicki entered the bedroom and began to lay out tonight's sultry outfit.Her naked body glistening as she stood over her ensemble. She pulled the pink lace thong up between her legs until it barely covered her smooth cunt and the thin thong was swallowed by her massive juicy brown buttocks. Next she put on her lace pink and black bra to hold in and push up her D cup titties. It could barely contain her jugs as they spilled out of it enticingly. Nicki then put on her. She takes m cock out, pumping with her hand. "You ready?" She asks."As ever" I respond She gets up on her knees and slides her track shorts and panties down. They were a beautiful cotton pair with a floral pattern. She gets them completely off, taking off her shoes and socks as a result, then lowers her pelvis until she can grab me with her hand. Giving me a few more preparatory pumps, she aims me and lowers herself. Frankie had a "drooling pussy". She would get so turned on her vagina would. Zara blushed even more, “How often do you make love?” She whispered.“It depends,” replied Sarah, “Average four or five times a week. Minimum about once a week, maximum I think was seven times in one day.”Rhona and Zara gasped wide-eyed at the last statement.“I thought guys could only do it once at a time?” said Zara.“Jack can go a second time after a very short break and a third after about half an hour. After that, the intervals get longer and everything needs to be just right. Seven times was.