While I watched in rapture her face said it all, agony, ecstasy and pure pleasure. For what seemed like minutes’ she writhed as her orgasm racked he... body.I started gently stroking again and while Eina slumped back in her deck chair looking very relaxed and extremely wet between the thighs.Al walked back out smiling and saying something to Eina I could not hear.They both giggled as Al sat down next to Eina.Al was now wearing a sarong and as she sat she opened her legs revealing a freshly shaven. Her saliva felt so sweet and I guess that she also found mine to the same. After a rather long bout of kissing that left our lips sore, I started exploring her body. I squeezed her boobs and through her blouse I pinched her nipples hard. “Ouch” she squealed. “Pro, don’t you want to see me naked?” She asked. Obviously the answer from my side came as “yes, if you will oblige – as I have never seen a naked grown up female before, and by that time I had developed that intense desire. “Then dear. Matt didn't rush a thing. He was clearly the master of the show. When the song ended, he kissed me. Not the usual mother/son peck on the lips, a long, lingering passionate kiss that had my pussy bubbling with lust for him. He slithered his tongue into my mouth. I sucked it gently and then a little harder as I felt his hands drift down to unzip the back of my tight skirt. I tried to remember to pull off one or another of his articles of clothing from time to time, but. It's just that I like to pick the charity, not have the charity pick me. Some of those people got downright nasty and threatening when I informed them that they weren't my "charity of choice." I finally had enough when some bozo told me he was going to call me three times a day, every day, until I coughed up the dough. That day, I cancelled my phone line and called a realtor I knew to list my house. I pity the poor schmuck that got my old number when they reassigned it.I changed my mailing.