Her name she said was Pooja.She was totally surrendered and fell limp on my lap. I pulled up her t shirt and got it free and her boobs were free and s...aking like water filled balloons. I leaned forward and kissed her nipples. Pooja was hissing like a snake and she fell down on the sofa on her back. I unbuttoned her Bermuda and pulled it down. It was surprising to me that Pooja was not resisting my moves. She was lying in the sofa with only a wet panty. I quickly unzipped my jeans and took out. Sean would often in the coming years reminiscence how beautifully the camera had caught the spurts of thick goo striking his mother's pretty face. In moments of loneliness he would watch it often and carefully, remembering the details of every discharge and listening to his own long moans on the soundtrack as he let them loose.Several spurts went right into mom's mouth with distinctive wet sounds, causing the thick white goo to dribble onto her pink tongue and hang off it as pearl-white. Arching her back as she kissed up my thigh. Beth moved her hands to my cock as she began to massage my erection. Slowly tugging my erection as her kisses eventually made there way to my balls. Her hands and lips swapped places as she massaged my balls with her hands as she kissed up my shaft. As she reached the head of my penis her left hand slid from my balls down her stomach and she began to play with her pussy. As she started doing this our eyes meet again. She smiled at me, that devilish. There is no rush, paying particular attention to my elbows, wrists, knees, and ankles. Soft… Men love the softness of these areas, for it is all they ever get to see or touch.A “tease” you say? No… And, yes… A huntress. My prey? The perfect man, perfectly Man, so very perfectly manly. He is an elusive prey, and he needs to be coaxed into the open. My bait? Well, She, of course.I run my fingernails down the swell of my breasts, around my areolas, and down the.