She held his head to her breast with both hands, moaning loudly with sexual pleasure as he continued to manipulate her nipples.My mouth fell open as I...watched her slip her right hand off his head and under the waistband of her panties. She began to furiously finger her clit and, within a minute or two, climaxed in a relatively quiet, but expressive orgasm as she thrust her hips back and forth in a lewd fucking motion.Her orgasm took Ron by surprise as he straightened up, stepped back a pace and. It was funny that they had found each other again at a lingerie party thrown by a woman that was a mutual acquaintance. The two widows were now inseparable. Yazmin was deaf but she could read lips perfectly. I loved watching baseball games with her because she would tell me what the players were saying. She was also an exceptionally beautiful woman of Lebanese descent that could lip read four different languages. On normal stuff we just made sure she could see our lips when we talked. All of. Reaching out he gently touch Ophelia’s semi-erect six-inch thick cut cock, swishing his tongue across the head and around it while stroking her. Now he knew why Paul had suddenly decided not to pledge. Ophelia was a transvestite and Paul would not suck a cock to get into a fraternity. Reaching down with his free hand he cupped Ophelia’s balls squeezing gently, earning another moan from her.Leaning against the table, she braced her hands on it, enjoying the feel of his lips and tongue on her. I took one last look in the mirror. I thought to myself. "For a mother of an eighteen year old son, I still looked good. I know my husband still likes what I look like. He tries to fuck me all the time." I heard the car horn.I ran downstairs, closed and locked the front door and headed for the car. My son was already in the seat. I sat down on his lap and swung my legs into the car. I looked down and notice my dress barely covered my thighs. It rode up pretty high. My son was wearing baggy.