“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” I said
“Don’t be like that.” she said, leaning over to hand me a glass, her robe opening to show me her big tits. Dee’s with me, my name is John, and I’m her husband. She spread her legs wide, and lifted her hips up, offering herself to my tongue.. She took the length in her hand, stroking it, watching a thin stream of precum dangle from the smooth head. I allowed her to continue. My mother was just thirty-eight. As I watched she picked up the dipper and ladled water on the rocks. I could feel her pussy gripping my cock with each intense spasm, and I felt my own orgasm building. Her body jerked each time my tongue made contact. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.” I said
“Don’t be like that.” she said, leaning over to hand me a glass, her robe opening to show me her big tits. To hear her initiate conversation was rare, and I didn’t want to interrupt the moment by correcting her.
