She twisted slightly, and I moved down my head to engulf her right nipple in my mouth, bringing a soft moan from the depths of her dreams. I move my h...nd down, softly caressing her flat stomach and down to her thighs, lightly brushing her mound yet not quite touching the lips of her sex.Suddenly she gasped and her hand jerked beneath her right breast, possibly a reflection of what she was doing in her dream. I seriously thought she had woken up, but she was still fast asleep. I leaned back to. Susan is a year older than my wife and her and her husband, Don, had been married six years. They lived in another city, about a three hour drive away, and since neither of us had k**s yet, we traveled back and forth as the whim hit us. Sharon and Susan had always been close and so they saw each other at least once a month, talking on the phone when they couldn't get together.Don and I shared a keen interest in photography and had been out on Saturday morning snapping off 2 rolls of pictures. He was facing the bay window overlooking Sacramento St, his hand in his pocket, idly flipping what I presumed to be his cell phone. He was wearing charcoal slacks over his slim hips and tight ass, black leather loafers, and a dark green collared shirt over his broad shoulders, his sleeves rolled over his sinewy forearms to reveal a light fuzz of hair. I stood in the doorway, one hand clutching the shoulder strap of my messenger bag, my other hand on the brass doorknob. I was biting my lip,. Matthew was in heaven once more. "A little bird tells me my son is good with his tongue," his mother mused coquettishly, climbing onto her knees and planting her plump arse in his face.In a way, Matthew was content not to have to fuck her. She was a demanding woman and he undoubtedly needed all his energy for later. As she opened like a petalling flower, Matthew locked his lips around her clit, feeling it squirm. As he rolled it over his tongue and sucked purposefully, Hannah gripped the taps.