As I was sliding my fingers in to you I felt anther hand sliding down between your thighs and knew she was moving her hand to slide it in to your puss... too, I eased a finger out and all the time looking at you I leaned over and kissed you deeply.I felt her fingers slide in between mine as I pulled out one at a time and felt hers replace them, we carried on kissing and as we did I showed you my hand and you knew that all the fingers inside you belonged to her and not me. I felt your legs part. That's tough to pull off, especially with everything going on here." "Only for you, Mom." "Well, don't holdout for too long, I'm not like the other ladies before you started fucking Sandra, Keisha, Gia and me, who didn't like to have your seed plastered on their bodies, we're all kinky like that, so share the seed when the time comes, son, just not with Pete." "Thank you, London," Pete added, coming up with me. "I'm sorry, I guess I don't love you as much, because the concept of me doing. She moved forward, now inches from my face. “Can you see properly? Do you like my little surprise for you?”Once more, she moved forward, now I was breathing in her perfume, the musky aroma from within. “Would you like a taste of your present? You can if you want.”I pushed my tongue toward her, I didn’t have to lean, she was that close now. She still held the lips apart, my tongue eased between them, I savoured the taste, before sliding my tongue up along the length of her pussy.My hands gripped. He lasted so long that I assumed he’d already had some pussy that day. We showered again and he opened a bottle of red from the mini bar while I ordered a charcuterie board and crispy calamari from room service. Sex gives me an appetite. So does talking on the phone, reading mail, and breathing.Richie had enough time to fuck me again and I fully intended for him to do so.He did.Back home, in the Wrigley, Walker looked at me with an unspoken question in his expression. I made a mezza mezza.