Noise could be heard downstairs in the living room. Paul assumed it must have been that crystalline chandelier hanging from the ceiling. ‘She’s g...ne, and I turned on all that security stuff?’ he reasoned and cautiously proceeded downstairs, making sure 911 was ready to be dialed. The noises downstairs became more frantic. Paul could hear the chandelier clinking. Paul rushed down the staircase and stopped dead at the bottom, ‘What the?’ The Black Knight from the message was seated on his. As I watched her in an almost catatonic-like state; gradually I came to understand her mysterious behavior, almost reading her mind. It became clear to me that she was reverting back to her days as an expectant Mother, rubbing the belly that once held her progeny; rubbing it once again, she seemed to silently ponder the dark, forbidden pleasure of my fully erect manhood and the alluring promise of my seed. “What are you thinking?” I inquired softly. “You make me feel so beautiful” she. I worked my way up slowly and then I got to her thighs. I started to rub my hands back and forth on one of then and then shockingly, she parted her legs. I said “are you sure you want to do that?” She said yes, as a massage is only touching and it wasn’t sexual. Uh huh! So I refrained from touching her pussy, but felt the heat she was giving off and I started to get hard myself. Daringly, I removed the towel and saw such a hot ass. It was so tight I saw her brown eye staring at me. I took the. She was still over me, her head resting on my now throbbing cock that was dripping out the last of its cum, while she fingered her pussy. I leaned over towards her as I laid there and squeezed one her ass cheeks with my hand while she worked herself to orgasm. As she moaned with her head still in my crotch, more spit and cum sprayed out of her mouth. We laid ther for another few minutes before she raised up and sat back in her seat. I sat back up and worked my trunks back on, and looked.