Nach einer zeit grinste sie mich immer wieder so an beim reden und meinte " geh ins Bad wenn du es nicht mehr aushälst" Völlig verwundert fragte ich...was sie meint, das kann sie doch nicht mitbekommen haben was ich unter dem tisch machte dachte ich mir. "Los geh ins Bad, ich weis was du unter dem tisch machst" und grinste mich an "ist es ok?" fragte ich, sie nickte nur und grinste als ich verlegen aufstand und meine hose eine deutliche beule zeigte.So ging ich ins Bad und wixxe mir schnell. To bend she had to do the “bunny dip” to keep her boobs in and her butt covered.Age and genes have always been gracious to Kelly’s huge breasts. At thirty-eight her 34F boobs had virtually no sag and were very full and round. As she often did, she wore a beautiful necklace that hung down to just about nipple level. This one was a silver pendant with a ruby jewel and an elaborate design engraved into the setting. You really did need to look at it closely to appreciate the necklace. So, no, men. Kneeling, he slid my panties slowly down my legs. He tapped the inside of my knee with his and spread my legs wide, cuffed each ankle with the soft leather straps. A chill rolled over my back as he traced his fingers up the silky expanse of leg to the apex of my thighs finding the slit and sliding his fingers across the wet tissue.“Are you ready?” He whispered in my ear.I nodded my head, afraid that my voice would crack.He chuckled. “That won’t work baby I need the words.”“Yes, Sir.”The air. More, Daddy, please more.” Then it hit like a tsunami. Her orgasm caused her body to go rigid in a frenzy of climactic excitement. Her legs crashed against my back, thighs press against my head like a slamming door, trapping me in a viselike grip. Her hands clenched themselves in my hair, pressing my face further and further into her. The entire time I kept absorbing her vitality into my mouth, swallowing it down as rapidly as she could feed me. My finger was continuing to saw in and out,.