I licked around her nub, heightening her pleasure, yet denying her what she really wanted. And when I had tortured her enough, I centered my attention...on the hardened center of her womanhood. It didn't take too many flicks of the tongue to push her over the edge.Jazz was a screamer, and scream she did. Her entire body seemed to fill with air, and it all came out in a lengthy wail, deflating her like a balloon. Then filling again to start the process all over. And along with her vocalizations. Maybe Jess was right, and Kate needed a guy to let her know, once in a while, just how truly beautiful she was.“So, the sweater and jeans look great, sis. But what about the rest of it? Is everything you’ve got on today new?”Kate nodded.“Show us!” Jess demanded. “I want to see how my presents look on you!”Kate raised her feet, one by one, and pulled up her pantlegs a bit so we could see her new socks.“Ok, so those fit,” Jess smirked. “What about the panties?”My mouth suddenly got very dry.. The next day was Saturday and Valerie woke up refreshed from two orgasms and a good sleep. She worried a little about those orgasms. She knew it was wrong to lust after her own son, but it was harmless, wasn't it? What could happen? He obviously had a girlfriend who made him crazy. True, he'd seen his own mother's pussy, and that delicious string of precum had dripped out, but that nonsense she'd thought... that the precum was because of his own mother... what rubbish. Surely he'd been thinking. But anyway this year we all went to Rome for the game, I booked the hotel and we had 2 rooms both surprisingly for the price, suites, On the day of the match we went to the game and afterward walked from the ground to Rome where we found a nice English pub and had a few drinks and watched the rest of the games, about 9 0 clock we went back to the hotel and on route I bought a couple of bottles of wine, all 3 of us went to our room and my wife who isn’t much of a drinker gradually fell asleep so.