Yet those freedoms would she gladly give, should he just be so polite to his mother, as to ask nicely and say please. That was nice, maybe too nice, because it caused naughty reactions to be started further up the juncture and that was not good, because nothing could be done about that itch. Not the way that slithery digit was meandering along the swampy delta down in her crotch. Now her personal masseur moved to her calves. Their position was more classic doggie. It’s not a Richter scale graph thing you could measure, but it was a real nice big boom of a cum. He had been gaining her confidence. She didn’t open her eyes. She had cum. Some body to have and to hold, to make you cum is a sweet delight, a well deserved treat at the end of the day. She didn’t want to have her nylons snagged accidentally, so she reached under her dress and caught the back of her panty-hose and lifted her bottom to shove them down.
