“So that wedding was something, wasn’t it?” she began.“Ya, it was wonderful. Very lovely wedding and reception,” I replied, scratching my ne...k with a tinge of guilt at having passionate sex with my teen son at someone’s wedding.“How did James like it?” she asked curiously, “you both left during the middle of the night, I was hoping the night wasn’t ruined for him.”“Oh no,” I assured her, “he popped a couple of tums and called it an early night. We just spent the rest of the evening watching. "Suzy, Miss Lambourne is an old friend. She may ask you to do, experience, some things. You may refuse at any time, use your safeword if necessary. Do you understand?"Suzy nodded without speaking. She was accustomed to obeying her Mistress, but she also knew her Mistress cared deeply for her safety and would not permit any harm to come to her.The two women continued up the path to the door and pulled the rusty handle of an ancient doorbell. A wooden sign reading 'Honeysuckle Cottage' hung from. I couldn’t get my eyes off and this was the right time. I stood up and got close to her, she came further close. I was looking straight into her eyes, seducing her with my looks. She comes close to me and whispers:” oh boy ! You’re driving me crazy. ”In the heat of the moment we totally started kissing. We had our lips touching each other, I could now feel her breath and there was a different kind of impulse that travelled my body. We were kissing hard, feeling each other and breathing heavily.. She loudly moaned out her pleasure. Most of her words of praise for my pussy eating were incoherent. She did not grip my head or pull me into her like the last time, instead she grabbed at the bedding and pushed her pussy up at me. She was definitely enjoying what I was doing. The longer I administered to her, the more violent her movements became. If however, by those movements, she shook me away from her pussy, and especially her clit, her movements calmed so I could return to lap up her.