As the covers fell from her, she realised she was naked.“Wow, what a sight in the morning, babe!” Daniel complimented.She always preferred to slee... covered, unsure what one of the kids might appear through the night. She looked over the edge of the bed with the covers loosely pressed against her; on the floor lay the pyjamas she had kicked off at some point during the night.“I must have been sweating off my tits,” she gasped, and moved a hand to her mouth.“I mean, I must have been sweating out. She lifts up her top and tells me to suck on her tits so I'm sucking on them liking them biting them as I'm doing this I pull her pjs down and start rubbing her clit she starts t moan. She is so wet I put two fingers in and fuck her hard I end up putting my whole fist in and give her a really hard fast fisting and she cums all over my hand I get so turned on I cum straight after all over her big tits. So I thought that was it for another few weeks.Later on were on the sofa just finished. He was a young man of 18. We exchanged hellos and sat down. My wife joined us shortly. I now did not know how to proceed, since the friend was accompanied by his son. So I made out a story. I told my wife that the friend had come to consult her with some problem he had she could help him out, using her knowledge of astrology. My immediately understood and advised my friend to accompany her to our bedroom. I started chatting with my friend’s son – general tack, nothing specific. After about 15. Who was it called the eyes the window of the soul? If that was true, he had a very attractive soul. And he controlled his eyes. I don’t mind a guy looking at me, but I much prefer that he looks at my eyes when we’re talking, rather than my bosom. I mean, I’m not spectacular in the chest region, but I know there’s enough – I’m a C cup – to be interesting to any hetero male. Conversation. Yeah. Once I got him talking it was obvious he was quite knowledgeable, with a quick wit. But he didn’t.