She was the perfect mature woman in my opinion. "How should we start?" I asked, standing over her.She spread her legs. "Touch me down here. You're old...enough. I'm sure you've had plenty of experience giving women pleasure." "I'll try my best."I got to see my mother's most intimate area when she opened her legs. It was bright pink inside, surrounded by her brown labia. Her pussy was dripping wet. Her clitoris was absolutely swollen. I could understand her frustrations. She was far more aroused. I introduce myself and my wife to her and we spoke for a short while and she followed us over to the party. My wife was looking forward to getting her hands on her and once we got to the party my wife never left her side. It wasn't long before I looked over on the couch and found my wife and her in a full lip lock and my wife had her hand up her dress and playing with her pussy while she was grabbing my wife's huge tits.Little at a time their clothes begin to come off while I continue to watch.. "Saphique, bless the font of my womanhood with your loving power." Pleasure rippled through my pussy as the goddess blessed me. I moaned as the pleasure rushed through my veins and filled me with happy bliss.I pulled out my fingers, coated in my juices, and rubbed them on my now-hard nipples. Tingles shuddered through me as my nipples glistened pink in the firelight. "Saphique, transform my virgin milk with your love. Let my milk heal the sick and infirmed."The spell finished. Heat filled my. You don’t look a run-of-the-mill tourist.” He laughed, “Neither, for that matter, do you.” She smiled in return. “Touché!” With that she again snuggled into him and continued to dance. When the music eventually stopped, they each, quite without prompting, bowed and curtseyed their acknowledgement to each other. Then she grasped two of his fingers and led him off the floor. She stopped and turned to face him, “I’m Anne, Anne Waring. Anne with an E.” “I’m Mex. Mex Robertson,” he replied. “Mex,.