You intertwine your fingers with mine and move my hand over your dick. Slow stroking, showing me just how you like it, where to squeeze, where to twis.... Mouths open as we both pant a bit, you much more than I. Your hips writhe as you struggle to keep from flying off the handle, eyes boring into me, as you watch me study how you react to each motion of my hand. The forgotten book tossed to the side.Another breeze passes into the porch, and you almost growl. Leaning into me, your hand pulling my. " No, they're right," she said. "I'd be very happy if you'd call me'mom,' Kimberly."I was a bit shocked. "Oh, well... thank you, Mrs... mom." Honestly, itdidn't feel very comfortable that first time, but I got used to itpretty quickly.On Sunday, we packed up our clothes and moved. Opie had arranged for avery efficient moving company to come to the house mid-week and takecare of everything. They would pack everything up, load it and take itto the new house. All I had to do was figure out where I. This caused her tits to push out the thin nylon material but our eyes were on her crotch. Sure enough it was as if she had a single coat of yellow paint covering her smoothly shaved pussy lips. Doug grabbed my arm and squeezed the shit out of it as he growled God Damn. I laughed and said I told you. He said I'll give you three hundred dollars to let me fuck her. I jokingly said I'll ask her.As soon as Andrea walked over to me Doug chickened out and walked away. I said chicken shit with a laugh. I knew there was no way I was going to let this chance go by this time! I looked at Roz and replied, ‘I was in love with you thirty years ago, and in all that time I have never once regretted anything we ever did together. I wouldn’t miss this for the world!’ To show my point I slid back into her warm embrace and gave her most passionate kiss I had been able to muster in years. I could feel her body responding to mine with a fire that made me want her all the more. She responded by pushing her.