"sure did"replied Pat,"i might thank you later,its bound to have gave Dave the hots." mmmm,maybe ill make sure youre really thankful"Mary smiled again...she slowly leant back and her knees parted,she then opened her legs wider as she put one knee over the other and crossed her legs.both Dave and Pat saw,and their reaction was superb as far as i was concerned,Dave gave a small groan but put his hand to his groin and moved his penis to one side,it must have been stiffled by his underware,but it. Breathing was getting harder as I felt her hand timidly run across my crotch just light enough that I almost didn't notice. I could tell she was hold back a little, perhaps worried about our friendship.I took the lead and began to feel her breasts through her button down pajama blouse. Reaching in between the buttons, I could feel their soft fleshy mounds give way to my massaging hands. Her nipples were fully erect, and teasing them with my fingers seemed to cause Michele to gasp. Her tongue responded by wrapping around mine. I broke the kiss and slowly pulled my dick back till just the head was inside her. She whimpered in disappointment as the fullness inside her went away. I made little strokes with my dick just barely inside her then rammed into her deep and hard. She gasped and wrapped her legs around me. Then I started slowly to pull out then push in. Mum's eyes closed and a satisfied smile crossed her lips as she started matching my thrust. Of course I finished. She thought she had heard someone cry out, but now everything was silent again, save for the blue jays overhead and the murmuring wind. She waited, assessing the situation and had raised her knuckles in a clenched fist to knock on the door, when the sound came again, lower, gravely, as though it had come from an animal. It was answered by an unearthly pleading tone... almost as if someone--a woman-- was being tortured. Flickers of Sunday afternoon in the barn with that horrible John Dobkins.