Each time sliding his hand deeper against her B cups. He would then move to the other side and repeat. By now, my cock was rock hard and I was ready t... jerk it, but I could not move away from the show evolving in front to me.Joe continued to oil his hands and started to massage mom’s butt. It is small and round and his larger hands easily manipulated her firm glutes. I watched his hand slide down the crack of her ass as if to stimulate her in a sensual way. As he moved from cheek to cheek he. .she was happily married, on the tail end of a business trip and just wanted a fun night before going back home to her husband. She repeatedly complemented my looks, my skin tone, how fit I was. She would squeeze on my arms and pull me close as she speaks. By this time the music changed, the tempo was slower, the mood was right and she wanted to dance. We were in a dark corner virtually invisible to everybody in the club, she had her back to the wall, moving her hips, pulling me in. Our bodies. While we were back in the car, I told Mrs. Benson about the swimsuit Ihad purchased. She asked me about the breastforms. I told her that Igot them because I could wear them under my swim dress in the water."That's not the only reason, is it?" Mrs. Benson asked with a wickedgrin on her face."Well, maybe not," I admitted.When we arrived at Mrs. Benson's house, she suggested that I put on allof my new purchases along with a pair of heels, and see how they workedfor playing the piano. They worked. . Told ‘im that Cindy was the corporate flight instructor.”Let’s see. Dinner’s over. Showers are over. Expecting nothing on email of any critical nature.Bedtime. Playtime. Loving and squealing and growling and humming time.I love my mates and I love being in my own home where we’re safe and secure and can love each other in every way.A good night’s sleep, interrupted by the music of the alarm signaling the beginning of a new day. We’re up and active. Deena and I fix breakfast because Bill’s due.