Soon, she was on her back on the cot and I was between her legs, paying homage to those marvelous appendages that adorned her chest. Wendy slowly unbu...toned two buttons of the dress and eased one hand inside. The other hand was still positioned at her pussy, making circling motions against the cloth. The squeaking of the old cot was disconcerting to me but Lydia seemed to pay no attention to the creaking springs as I moved down her body, alternating soft and loud smacking kisses to her mid. I licked it softly, teasingly. He reciprocated by dancing his lips on the exposed skin of my shoulders and neck, the hair on his face delightfully abrasive against my sensitive skin. Without leaving each other our mouths locked. Slowly, tenderly at first. It took only a moment before our tongues collided in a warm slippery dance of sparring and swirling against one another. My breath came in slow shallow gasps. I pressed against him harder, my hands roaming his torso, his shoulders, his arms.. Respect. That was what had been missing from her life before Tom, respect. Men had professed their love for her, but without respect, their words had meant nothing. That’s what made this man different. ‘Penny for your thoughts.’ ‘Oh dear, that’s as lame as the lines I used on you when we met,’ she said with a smile. ‘I guess it was,’ he replied with a chuckle. ‘You just look lost in thought.’ ‘You said something that really hit home for me.’ ‘What’s that?’ ”Respect’. You respect me, and I. Just as she was about to cum, Aaron raised his hands up to her breasts and held them. Jen felt herself letting go, as her juices began to flow down and over her baby’s shaft. She threw her head back, and screamed, and slammed herself down harder and faster onto his cock. Aaron pushed upwards with the same force, made her screams louder. His cock twitching more, before releasing his cum deep inside Jen. They held each other for a few moments, their lips meeting, tongues playing with the other..