I continued to rub her arm, which was placed crisscrossed over her other arm over her stomach. I moved down from the hand, reaching the elbow. Once I ...ot there, I moved up her arm, into her shirt sleeve, to her shoulder. I grazed my over her collar bone on my way to her neck. The urges to go further were not-easily suppressed as I wanted to take it slow, as not to wake her up. I removed my hand from underneath her sleeve. I grabbed a hold of her wrist and gently but quickly moved it to lie. No-one ever got one over you," she put her hand on my forearm, "or your friends." Tears glistered her eyes, unshed. I leant in and gently kissed her. She returned the compliment with an embrace that turned me to stone, well one bit of me anyway. I held her close. "Sometimes, Jack, I wish..." I placed my fingertip to her lips."Shhh. It would never have worked between us. You know that." It could. I could make it work, Jack." No, Milla, it would not be fair to either of us. We would lose each. There was this stacked bitch on the cover of Shemale Expressthat looked enough like Blanche to be her sister. Big boobs with puffynipples, a great ass, long legs, and the cutest little cock and ballsI've ever seen - better, even, than Blanche's own, and, believe me,that's saying something. Anyway, remembering Blanche, I also rememberedthat tomorrow was Valentine's Day and I hadn't bought her something.Blanche is as lusty as she is busty, and she loves it down the throator up the ass or, even. As I sucked her nipple, I would eventually find a way to slide my hand up under my head and start to rub her pussy. The harder I sucked and the more I touched the more she moaned. She was always soaking wet by this time and coated my fingers in her slippery juices. She would push against my hand as I put in two fingers and then three…riding my hand with abandon.When I got her worked up enough, she turned the tides on me, from being a caring nurturing mom, to a dominating slut. She would.