But she had already decided that tonight was going to be all about him. And so pulling out her finger and covering it in a fresh batch of lube, she po...ed it in a little deeper this time, curling it in toward his tummy in a gesture of ‘oi, come here!’ She knew exactly what she was doing and as soon as her finger caressed his prostate, he let out a deep longing moan of pleasure, “Oh mom! What is that… Mhmmm mommm!”“Didn’t you know, James? It’s called the male G-spot, or the P-spot,” said his. .. a little less stress in my life, and I should be fine." Stress?" Iris sat forward, and her brow creased with worry. "What stress?"He shrugged his shoulders. "You know the sort of things that are playing on my mind right now. You know that I worry for you girls – if anything were to happen to me." And this is making you ill!" the tears welled up in Laurie's deep blue eyes, and the guilt was written all over her lovely expressive face.Greg felt a twinge of shame, which he shrugged of. " Okay, I'll be right back. I left my cell phone number on the counter if you need to call me."I went out the door and jumped in the car. The IGA was right up the street from my house. I picked up a silly birthday card and bought a couple of the few remaining roses. I had the woman at the flower counter make them into a corsage."Big date tonight, Mr. Thompson?" Her son was in one of my American History classes and her daughter had graduated with Angelina."Yeah, I guess so," I grinned. I continued cleaning her lapping as much as I could. My nose pressed against her asshole, which set as the perfect collection spot for Mark’s cum as parts of it leaked from my wife. After a few minutes she said, “I’m ready for you to cum.” My wife pulled her pussy from my mouth. Some parts of my face dry and glazed, while others, in particular my mouth and nose, still very much wet. “Can I go in you?” I asked softly.“No you can’t,” my wife said. “I’m kind of sore and I had really good sex.