She lit the candles and started to unbutton my shirt. I helped her and soon my shirt was on the floor. Then it was my turn, I unbuttoned her shirt, ki...sing her neck as I lowered it off her shoulders. She wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipples were like small pebbles, begging to be sucked. I bent over and took one in between my lips, then the other, a moan escaped her lips as my hands found the snap of her jeans.I lowered her jeans to the floor and helped her out of them, and then kneeling in front. Part of that involved fancy embroidery, which could be done by hand - at enormous expense - or by machine. But the computerized machines that did this kind of work would accept only proprietary software, which the sewing machine companies invariably contracted out the development of. When the contract was finished, there was no support for the software problems that invariably popped up over time. The sewing machine companies were in business to build machines, not update and upgrade software.. "We have cake for desert." Cool!" I replied. "That sounds great. Do I have time to take my stuff upstairs to my room before dinner?" Yes and no," Mom said. "You have time but you've been moved downstairs to the basement. The two little monkeys..." Noah and Connor giggled at Mom's reference to them. " ... started getting out of their cribs last month. They have the bunk beds in your old room now." OK, Mom," I said. I headed back to the hall and dragged my bags downstairs. The dresser was full of. . and so did her cum.I’d been working away on her clit and pussy, and gradually she relaxed, and as soon as she really did I felt her start to go tense again with an orgasm coming, with pulsing in her pussy and her gasping getting that desperate sound, and I was feeling quite desperate too, with HER finger in MY pussy and her gorgeous tiny mouth all over my clit and her tongue in me!And so we came together, even that first time which you wouldn’t normally manage. It was so great. It was hard to.