I didn't have to open my eyes to see that my cock had begun to harden.The sharp gasp I heard from down the hall brought my eyes to open long enough to...check if she was behind me. When I saw that she wasn't, I felt a mixed emotion of relief and sadness: relief that I did not have to hide my tent and sadness at not being able to show her.Her groaning mattress was followed by the start-up bing of her laptop. Within minutes I could hear her moans mix with the slapping sounds of her wet, open pussy. ” He took her right hand and kissed that. He continued up her arm to her shoulder.It must have been minutes later that he got back to her breast. He kissed all over it before he reached the nipple. He stroked between her thighs, not touching her cleft. When he finally did, he kissed a line over to her left breast. She gloried in the sensations, starting to spiral higher. But she shouldn’t now.This was a special night. Her first climax as a married woman shouldn’t be from his hand. She pushed it. .. My fingers work inside her, more wetness from your cunt and breathy moans from her mouth, my other finger playing inside her delectable arse. Teasing the alluring ripple of flesh within, more pressure and stroking as your hips wriggle in time with my hand. Her breathing increasing as she gets closer to orgasm, a whisper of "no, don't stop" comes from your mouth as I intensify each opening being worked in counterpoint; kissing and gently biting as she is worked into a frenzy."You do know the. Higher and higher it went, both watching his hand meeting her hem.“Daddy, I’m going to let the boy besdie me finger my pussy,” so he removed his fingers. Dan moved a little on his seat, caressing her tit more, his left hand smoothing up and down her left leg. Her body jolted unexpectedly when the boy’s fingers touched her pussy lips. She moved on the seat closer to the edge, and her leg rested against his.As the boy fingered her pussy, she slowly rubbed his cock. “Try not to cum,” she whispered.