We parted for a few seconds, her juices glistening on my fingers which I had an urge to lick, but I refrained not wanting my mother to think me disgus...ing. But the smell of her, although stronger than my wife, was equally enticing sending my head into a spin.“I want to taste you” I said, as if somehow needing her permission.Her lips once more formed a smile and with a glint in her eye she removed her knickers and jumped up to sit on the breakfast bar lifting a leg high placing it on the seat of. I was pumped. In my room with only those satin and lace panties I explored my sock drawer for some lace top thigh high hose I often wore for excitement. They were silky black stocking with a crosshatch pattern up until the 5" lace silicone stay tops. They were long enough that I could pull them all they way to the tops of my legs like next to my balls and against my ass cheeks on the bottom. I wished I had them in white to match the rest of the lingerie. Then came the bra. I hooked it in front. When she had gasped a few times, I pulled her back in and she licked at my pussy trying to catch as much of me as she could. From somewhere deep inside me I felt another orgasm building. When she tried to back off I held her in place, although loosely enough that she could breathe. She took the hint and went back to work. I slid even further forward and lifted my feet up exposing my asshole. Oh, what delight! She didn’t shy away but immediately attacked it with her tongue sending shivers up and. .. which of course could have?I let myself be guided, she explained to me without a word. My tail was tense at that age, I could bend it for hours at a little change even if I admit .. though ..On the back, tail high, with a woman that found the best there is, I was really lucky I can not believe my luck. Yet there she was near me Mireille had to lie down and she was guiding me towards sex, my hands in hers she guided me to her sex, soon I began kneeling on the bed, the first movement that had.