" We have got to do something about that," she told me. "When we get back, leave the talking to me. You just go along with whatever I do, or say, okay..."We smiled at each other, and she reached behind my neck, pulling me in for a kiss, our tongues entwining. Then we stepped into the shower together, and sponged each other down quickly, teasing wet tits and happy pussies in passing, drying off with big fluffy towels before returning to the living room, wrapped in just the bath-towels. Mum was. Now, we still spend a lot of time just touching each other, holding each other, feeling comfort and connection through it.Instead of letting Joyce unhook my bra, I did it myself, not wanting it to separate us any longer. The warmth of our bare chests pressing together made us feel that much closer. I had her lie down, again, this time directing my attention to her nipples. She wasn't very sensitive but still loved being caressed and teased."I still think you should get your nipples pierced. It. She was desperate for him to stop but the whore in her wanted his cock more and more; for 10 years she hadn't felt such thrusts, such deep entrance into the sanctity of her feminine haven.Suddenly, as his shaft relentlessly pounded her pussy more and more, she could feel the growing sensation of ejaculate intensifying inside her. She wanted to tell him but could only mouth the words behind his ear: "I'm going to come". Unable to see or hear her he kept pounding and pounding. Mary couldn't take. Victory arched her back and ran her hands down her body, pulling her skirt and panties down and off. She couldn’t believe she was doing this, lying here naked under a tree in a garden on campus. She felt the gentle tingle of excitement between her legs and rolled over, pressing her breasts and pelvis into the earth. The air across her ass gentle and getting a bit cool. She spread her legs and writhed on the ground. A few feet away the gardener stood with his raging cock in his hand, slowly.