... And thenyou begin to move.A slow undulating roll of your hips that has my balls tightening and I feel the release bubbling at the base of my spine...and in my aching groin.I place my hand against the curve of your lower belly and move my thumb into the top of your sex, finding the hot bundle of nerves, slowly I circle and press, circle again and watch mesmerized as colour stains your breasts and rises to your cheeks.....Your body arches back and you grip my sides of my knees, abandoning. ’ ‘We do?’ ‘Oh, yes, Matilda. My motto has been never let a great prospect slip you. Until today that automatically applied only to men but, hey, we’re into the twenty-first century and the old mores no longer apply so indiscriminately.’ Matilda looked a little rattled. ‘But why me, Betsy? I’m almost old enough to be your mother.’ Betsy walked over and held Matilda. ‘Because you asked, though not verbally, darling, and I found myself reacting with excitement. ‘We’ll have to take about it. His mind started to wander, trying to think of something to help him to keep from blowing his load too quickly. After a few moments, he felt some extra movement and realized that Rachel had begun rubbing her clit as she slid up and down his wide pole. By the way she was grinding down and how fast her hand was moving, he could tell she was close. If he could hang on just a little longer, she'd go over the edge. Rachel could feel her orgasm building as she stuffed herself full of her boyfriend's. I felt hands moving into my lap during the love scene and looked down to find out who owned them. Doris gave me a smile and went from stroking my cock to unzipping my jeans to fish it out.I wondered if we shouldn’t have maybe picked a movie with a heavier emphasis on sex if she was going to keep this up, but she contented herself with lazily stroking my length, feeling my skin as much as she was trying to keep me stimulated. She was driving me crazy and she knew it. I could see the smile on her.