“I’d like that a lot. A lot of lots.”So Sophie, the amazing Mrs. Winterbottom, lifted her skirt and started to massage her clitoris for me.I too... out my cock, and stroked it. Damn, how badly I wanted my cock inside her, but respect is the basis of pure pleasure, and I had to respect that and appreciate the gift she was giving me by letting me watch her touch herself. So I watched her build up her orgasm, and I built up my own.Our eyes were locked, we were sharing our feelings and sensations. I worry about what I should do if I do get taken? Should I call out so my work doesn’t call the police? I want this to happen after all, but what if he doesn’t take me? I decide that if he does, I’ll just ask him to let me call out so my employer doesn’t worry about me.I stand in front of my mirror, I’ve never seen myself as particularly beautiful, but I’m not altogether bad looking. I’m overweight, which does make me self-conscious, but I love my breasts and I have a pretty nice ass. I rub. Finished, I took a quick swim then dried off and slipped into shorts and tee-shirt and laid out our breakfast. Sam came into the kitchen and gave me a peck on the cheek, accompanied by a ‘Morning Gran.’ I asked if he had slept well and we chatted about plans for the day over our coffee and croissants; Sam wanted to take the bike out then we’d have a lazy day by the pool.We cleared up and Sam headed out with the bike. I pottered around, tidying and making the beds. That was when things began to. I went inside and sat on the sofa. My son followed and sat beside me. Now my son is directly looking at her. His eyes are fixed to her bosoms. She looked at him straight but he doesn’t seem to budge this time. He kept on looking at her big boobs. I don’t know how to start. It was my wife who started ‘Rajesh’ she said with a authoritative tone turning his attention. ‘Stop staring at them. Let us get straight some things first. Sri you tell him the rules and regulation’ she said.Then for the next.