She walked towards him, her heels making a clacking sound on the wood floor: “You don’t have to say anything, I can see you’re turned on” she said as she leant over him, breathing gently in his ear whilst placing her hand on his hardening crotch. Kathryn was at home trying to decide what to wear tomorrow night – she stood in front of her bedroom mirror wearing just black lacy underwear and dark hold-up stockings, turning around to check herself out. He breathed in the earthy scent of her crotch as she moaned with pleasure as his tongue flicked the bottom of her cunt, unable to reach any further up her quivering labia. But he wanted her and it was more than just wanting to fuck her again – he tried to figure out his feelings: was it something to do with her age, the fact she was Mom’s best friend?
