"Do you want to suck them," she said.Again, I just shook my head yes and she whipped off her tank top, letting me see her pink, little and very erect ...ipples. I moved my mouth and sucked on one and then the other. She humped her crotch against my thigh as I sucked on her nipples. My cock was about to tear a hole in my shorts and I was praying she would give me a hand job when she pushed me back against the couch and slowly lowered her head down my t-shirt covered chest kissing me as she went,. " I told her ashamed, with half a voice."It's Mali, and it's no problem, Mike" she told me. She looked more self-controlled than in the evening, and was wearing the same dress. She was barefoot, and her feet were just so tiny and delicate... When I realized I was staring at her feet, I felt deeply ashamed, and seemed that all the blood rushed to my face."Sorry, Mali. Good morning!"And I rapidly added "I am still very sleepy, and just forgot about you being here. I'll go and get dressed more. Replaced my a warm pleasurable feeling. With 'Rocco' in my ass and my fingers on my clit, I now felt like a woman in the movies and my orgasm hit me hard.... I was shaking from head toe as waves of pleasure moved through my body. I felt like I had just discovered something new and couldn't wait to try that again!My husband and I make Friday night our 'date night'... we dress nicely and go out for a nice dinner and wine... followed by sex when we get home (or in the car!). One Friday afternoon,. Now be carefull how you walk andfollow mommy, my darling Marcia."When i carefully entered the lounge, i was again stunned as there was mr.Johnson, the man i had just sent such an embarrassing message. Strangely,and i'm still not shure if it was Marc's disappearing or something moremommy had added to our session, it didn't feel embarassing anymore...Mr. Johnson was a bit bigger and a little older (i think he's somewhere inhis mid sixties) than i had thought before, he was very handsomely.