Despite cumming so hard she was still feeling unimaginably horny. She bent down slowly to pick up the discarded night robe and picked it up gradually ...ringing it up rubbing against her legs, her hips, her stomach, the side of her boobs. Before she opened it, flicking her hair back as she brought it to her back. She gave a naughty smile to her son and brought it over her shoulder.“Goodnight son.” Just like that without closing her robe, she started to walk out of the room.Before she could walk.. Leaning back against the wall she drew her feet up onto the seat, hands on knees with her legs slightly apart. It was a delicious view. With this added visual stimulation, I soon overcame my self-consciousness. The thumb and forefinger of my left hand clamped firmly around the base of my cock, the other fingers cupping and massaging my balls. My right hand moved slowly up and down the length, gently caressing the rim of my shiny engorged helmet, coating my meaty rod with the pre-cum dribbling. Her lips are soft, and when she parts them a little, our tongues touched each other. At the ping of the elevator doors we pull away. I hold her hand and lead her to my room. It's a luxury suite with a large bed and bathroom, it has two large doors leading to a balcony. She walks through the doors and I follow. Nancy’s standing at the railing, overlooking the city; I hug her from behind and softly kiss her neck while my hands run over her body. “I missed your gentle touch,” she says. Her. She took a long pull on her Long Star beer then said. ‘Was one once.’ She looked me right in the eyes as she spoke. ‘he left me and I haven’t had time for one since.’ She looked at me, ‘How bout you?’ ‘Naw I as married to the Army.’ She moved her long legs up to set on them Indian stile and my eyes went to her chest watching her breast move in her halter-top. Her shorts stretched tight over her crotch as she moved her legs getting comfortable and I felt my self-getting hard. I finished me beer.
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