I carried on licking her nipple as my fingers slipped in and out of her soaking wet pussy. I began rubbing her clit, making little circles with my fi...gers. She moaned as I said, "I want to fuck you so hard." She started to moan more. I rubbed her clit faster and faster. I licked her nipple as quickly as my tongue could. Her breath quickened and she came hard. She was panting as she squirted all over my fingers. She pulled my fingers up to my mouth and I sucked her come off them. She kissed me. The woman now ready, she was asked by her son, how many strokes, and Muriel fixing him with a determined eye, replied clearly “Ten!” “and the last stroke?” it was a clear question, but from her the answer was a nod accompanied by a weak “if you please sir” Bessy by this time had stood expecting cuffs and security, but smiling the young man shook his head then said to her, “Tell me Bessy, of your secretive private afternoons with my mother… do you kiss?” the women exchanged glances, then at a. ‘I couldn’t help noticing you.’ said Michael. ‘You’re very pretty.’ Michael never knew what to say to women, but with the ring it didn’t matter. He eliminated Jessica’s natural response and replaced it with friendliness and a desire to please. She smiled. ‘Thank you. You’re not bad yourself.’ Michael reached for her hand, filling her mind with tranquility and a willingness to go along. Then he led her outside. ‘Where’s your car?’ he asked. Jessica was only too pleased to show him, and handed. I lift an eyebrow and casually ask you to join me in the shower. You practically fall over your feet when you see the water steaming from the top of the shower and cascading over the curves of my body. You hold off joining me and just observe. My nipples harden as my hands lead a soapy puff over them. Your mouth is watering probably as much as my pussy as the soapy bundle sails south and rubs my throbbing clit. I open my eyes and seem to catch your glance. I step out of the shower and hug you.