If touching me would help her heal, I'd welcome it always. I felt a tiny bit guilty, because I had lied to her when she'd asked if I ever thought of h...r sexually. My mother was a sensual woman. My heart thumped as I thought she might no longer be off limits to me.I felt her shift, and a hand — it had to be her left one — caressed my ribcage, just below my breast. In little up and down movements, her fingers crept closer to my armpit, then drifted lightly around it and over my shoulder to my. Are you trying to make me cum, again?” I giggled around the cock.It was quiet for a moment. My sucking increased and my fingers moved more intentionally. The memory of that night aroused me, not that it takes much. I feel his cock swell in my mouth and know he is thinking something, either reliving the moment or something else. She opens her legs a little more and I respond by driving my two fingers deeper and my thumb on her clit. Soon, both are breathing heavier and soft sighs and moans. .. I was in for a big surprise..... It was bald, yes, waxed as clean as her arse and as smooth as a baby's bottom..... I sucked my breath in..... You like she asked: Fuck yea..... what made you do that.....? Well you’re clean and waxed, and that is what made you so suckable. so one good turn for another. Her pussy was like....good in any mans book, just fine..... I slicked that pair of lips with my finger until the juice was flowing..... Smearing her hardening Clit with it... i strummed it. Seyla moaned and shifted position slightly. It was obvious that she was still sound asleep and was very likely to be for at least several more hours. I just lay there and continued to close my eyes, keeping them from opening and forcing myself fully awake. I lay there without moving, for how long, I have no idea, but I eventually rolled Seyla over on her back with her arms at her sides so that I could rest my head on her right shoulder and my hand could easily touch any part of her upper torso.