I struggled to keep his cock wet so that it could slide in more easily, he was building up the speed too quickly for me to keep up. He pulled it out a... he came. Most of it still went in my mouth but some landed on my face and dribbled down my cheek, that seemed to please him.We kissed and fondled and chatted for a little longer, then he layed down on his front on the bed, so I climbed on his huge back and gave him a massage. It wasn't easy his back was so hard it was like trying to massage a. “Just a tonic water, please, Oy’m drivin’,” I said.I had worked in the south west of England five days out of seven for almost 25 years, with most of my clients speaking the Queen’s English, so my natural West Midlands’ dialect, centred around the Brummie accent, was reduced to just a hint as a natural part of my everyday speech I couldn’t quite shake off even if I wanted to. Today, pretending to be Gina’s driver, I decided to speak as though I had just got off the bus, or ‘booz’ in Brum.I. He moved his hand onto my leg and under my dress and directly to my wet pussy.I moaned softly, but thankfully the music covered it.I just sat on his lap and allowed my son to finger my pussy... which he did for a good five minutes... getting me hot and riled.He then pulled his finger out and put it directly in his mouth."Delicious," he said, loud enough that my oblivious husband heard."What's delicious?" Alex asked."The snack Mom shared with me," Cory brazenly replied."Is there any left?" Alex. She lowered my pants to expose my throbbing cock, “Want me?” She asked next bringing her burning pussy within reach, though still clad in black panties. Again a nod from me, “Not yet” she would say, you’re not ready. Such a tease I know, but well worth it I thought. She knelt between my legs and brought her smoke filled mouth to the head of my penis only to let it flow out across the length of my cock and down to my balls. This sensation was almost as addictive as stuffing her needy pussy, but.