Judd's strong fingers spread upon her mother's white thighs, and he thrust powerfully into her upraised cunt, pulling back so that Sunny could see the...slick stuff on his rod, burying it to the roots with another stroke. The bed shook beneath them, and Teresa Watson rolled her belly as she took his meat; the breath hissed from her clenched teeth, and she pounded softly upon the mattress with her free hand, her head thrown back and her eyes closed in ecstasy.Then Judd pulled his cock all the way. So I moved my hand over to her crotch too. I was pleased that her skirt was hiked up far enough for me to touch her panty-covered pussy. Her panties were wet and she humped slightly against my hand. Then she kissed me as she pressed a firm breast into my arm. I quickly put the wineglass down and grabbed my lovely wife in my arms and kissed her with a passion and a need that I hadn’t had in quite awhile. All the hours that I put in at work each week had taken a toll on our sex life. I was so. I walked her back to her room, and helped her into bed, quietly, and again, planned for the 9am to see the next day. I got there about 9:20am, and she opened the door with a big smile, the kid watching tv ready for the pool. I asked her how she was feeling, and she said about how drunk she got, and remembered the club and intense dreams, and again I said I had to walk her to her room after the club and she was apologetic for being so drunk. She had zero recollection under the hypnotics, about. “Tell me,” she said thoughtfully, “do these make you feel like Little Miss Bossy, all tough and in control, or like a submissive little slave?” Her fingers pinched my nipple, top to bottom, for effect, as her eyes studied me. She kept the bud trapped and teased between two fingers, flicking my ring up from below and letting it rest again. “Hmm?”“Well, . . .” I said, “that depends, I suppose. It’s an interesting academic question.”Stacy laughed. Her free hand took my other pierced nipple and.