The black satin slip cool to the touch, the nylon beneath obvious. My fingers began to pull the loose light fabric up those full soft thighs.Mother ha... looked at me throughout this evening with love and pride. Showing the first real happiness that I have seen in her since I was a middle teenager. She had been touching me constantly - holding my hand walking from the car to the restaurant, my arm about her waist waiting to be seated at our table, sitting with our knees touching at the tiny. The prospect of releasing his pent up, white-hot, creamy desire would send his fingers into a paroxysm of frenzied activity and within minutes he would sense the building explosion coming. When he finally allowed himself to shoot out his come and feel it pulse up and through his hard hot column of flesh he would look down so he could thrill to the sight of his slippery, sticky jizm spew out of the tip of his angry looking red cockhead and fly out onto the ground or into the confines of the. I couldn't! I reached out and put it in my left hand and started stroking it and a minute later I was on my knees with my mouth open looking at my slutty reflection in his mirrored sunglasses.... I pulled his foreskin back and wondered what it tasted like... he moved forward and put himself into my open mouth.... and I used my tongue as I sucked... his manliness tasted delicious and I fondled his ball sack... he told me how good it felt and he'd been watching me for a few days... I was nervous. "She was cute," she said walking into the reception."I never noticed." I said in a mock serious tone."Now that's bullshit," she laughed "you've probably thought of giving her a rogering already." "Never" I said maintaining my mock seriousness "I would never interfere with a guest no matter how much I'd love to fuck them senseless."We both had a good laugh and I returned my attention to the fucking computer."This thing shits me," I said hitting the well-worn reset button for the umpteenth time..