’ He cupped his balls and smirked. I wanted to remind him that although he had fucked my pussy so far he’d neglected to cum in it and I was dying ...o feel it. ‘Well I haven’t finished.’ Sam laughed. ‘My balls are bursting, come on babe.’ He dragged me over to the sofa and sat down, pulling me on top of him. I crouched over him with my knees bent, taking his wet cock into my hand to rub it against my wet pussy. Sam’s eyes squeezed shit, his lip in a sexy curl. Callum, sitting next to us looked. I was under the spell of you, consumed with desire for you. I had wet dreams about you.You were not looking at me as mother, that too your best friend’s mother but were looking as if you want to have me, disrobe me, enter me, eat me, devour me and fuck me. I was overwhelmed to see your cock bulge in your pants. You flirted with me. You praised my beauty looking at me from top to bottom, every inch of my body with penetrating eyes. I am curious to know what you saw in me the very first time,. "Poor thing!" she exclaimed. "It's one thing after another: first that newspaper report and then that foul tweet." Yes, Jean, and I want to enlist your help. She joked about going to the loo. I'm sure your building is ninety plus per cent secure but I'd be grateful if you would accompany her between offices and even the loo so that she is never alone during the working day." Wow! You are taking this seriously." Yes, Jean. Better safe than sorry." She's going to grumble." Yes, I'm sure she will.. Sometimes I begged him for my release! The result was that each orgasm was explosive, like a wave crashing on a shore that left me moaning and shaking. When John and I made love, my orgasms were more like a gentle, pleasant swell rolling onto a beach. They were pleasant, but not intense. Sometimes Ray would tell me, “Come for me Sue,” change his angle or movement slightly and bang, I would explode on him, drenching him in my cum! He and I did things to each other that John and I could never.