I am so sick and tired of guys my age who have no clue how to make me come.”“How do you know I do?” I asked while letting the fingers of my left...hand glide up her inner thigh, toward her bare-shaven treasure.She shivered and moaned. “Because Mom has always ditched any guy who wasn’t good in bed – like instantly. She married you, so...”I pulled her panties around the curve of her ass and slid my fingers over her folds. Her pussy looked like her mother’s as well – at least superficially. Her. “I’ll get us some wine,” she said, and went to the kitchen. I finished loading the CD’s and started the music, and then sat on the couch. Lisa returned with a chilled bottle of white, put it on the coffee table and went to a low cabinet. When she bent over to get glasses the back of the shorts rode up to reveal, not just the under-curves of those magnificent globes, but at least half of the cheeks. The sweatshirt fell away from her chest showing me the under-curves of. Her eyes widened as she felt him just inside her. He slid his hands up her arms and pressed his hands against hers, aligning their fingers. “This might hurt a lot. Those from different levels aren’t supposed to…” Before he finished his statement, she took his mouth, kissing him fiercely. He pushed inside slowly, with little thrusts meant to minimize stress. He felt her tears on his face, heard the sobs, and brought his arms around her shoulders. She slid her hands to his back, flattening her. Soon, my cock was rock hard and i was stroking it faster and faster. suddenly, the door opened and a guy walked in. Then man was tall with a strong build. I quickly tried to cover my hard on but it was too late. ‘don’t stop on my account’ he said. of course i did and nervously said its not what you think…’if you say so’ he replied. for the next few minutes neither of us spoke. I had begun to drift off and wit out realizing it i resumed touching my cock…with out hesitation the man got up and put.