A scream of pure pleasure formed on her lips that started life as ‘Paul’ but quickly became a hiss as she let go, flooding with her sweet nectar t...at mixed so easily and freely with Paul’s sperm. Her legs unfolded allowing him to collapse on top of her in a heap, utterly spent, with a smile on his face wider than the Mississippi. So utterly tired and exhausted but totally happy they turned to each other and gently folding their arms around one another drifted into a deep sleep in front of the. Good..." I said between breaths.He removed his finger and inserted the middle and the ring fingers inside me. With his thumb on my clitoris he clamped his index and little finger under my pussy. Clasping me like that he started fingering my wildly.Shrills of pleasure started escaping me as small explosions erupted in my crotch. My hips started bucking in pace with his hand and I pushed myself down on his hand. He pushed my legs back and over me. His tongue shot for my asshole. The juices from. It’s easy to be overwhelmed by the sheer expanse of… colour. But the maroon is the unknown, it’s danger, it’s v******e. The yellow is home. It’s the lights left on on a dark night. It’s a lighthouse. It’s safety, the familiar.”I hoped that if I blathered on enough she’d not look at the card underneath the painting that said the exact same thing a thousand times more eloquently.“I’m not sure that’s true,” she countered. “To me the maroon is lust, it’s like a mist that descends, clouding. " Mike?" my husband asked my son," How are you doing with your mum on your lap?" No problem dad, mum keeps moving around so one position doesn't get uncomfortable. She raises up every once in while to relief the pressure." As my son was talking to his dad, he was sinking his fingers even deeper in my pussy. Mike was starting to move his fingers in and out of me at such a pace i had to bite my tongue to keep from moaning. I pressed my hand against his. I pushed his hand hard into my pussy. I.