"See, she got to you as well" No mum" I replied and sat down drawing her into my arms, "A beautiful, mature lady got to me, she's sitting quite close ...o me, smelling like a dream and looking like a wet dream" Is she wearing lacy little panties?" Yep" Are they pulled right up into her slit?"She wiggled her bum and giggled,"Does her son want mummy's mouth on his prick?"She bent her head and I gasped out loud as she took me into her mouth,"Fuck yes, yes he does"She turned then, still with my prick. It is to Gagugakhing that you should be posing the question." Right!" she agreed. "So how about let's go do that?" When?" Well, now. Or no, you're right"—he had said nothing at all—"not now, not yet. It's too half-baked, I'm getting carried away. But it's so damn exciting! I've been wracking my brain about the problem and coming up with zilch and then your miss feminist just pops up and cuts the Gordian knot with one stroke of her edgy little tongue. Oh, I love it! But I ought to run it by. He has just perfect penis. At least for me.“Please fuck me, more and more.”He made his pelvic moves. Getting deeper and wider inside me. The rhythm was set, he was just going with the flow.I gave my boobs in his mouth, I was on the top. My soft boobs all over his face, he was trying to get my nipples. He was holding my butt and pushing me up and down, in the rhythm.“Hey I am coming, I love you, I am coming”I lifted my butt, took his penis out, kissed on his lips. Hugged him hard, my nipples. An old fashioned 80’s clock radio sat on her bedside table. Okay, so what now? I quickly assessed my options. I could just wait in the room and when she came back I could pretend I’d literally just arrived. I could even start unpacking my stuff, that would be completely normal wouldn’t it, nothing to arouse Jen’s suspicions? Okay, that was decided then. I moved across to the wardrobe where I’d left my luggage and opened the door. There were my case and my bag just as I’d left them. Okay, time.