1. Son's wife Mallory rides with me to a wedding


    Date: 5/24/2016, Categories: Hardcore, Mature, Taboo, Author: imornery81, Rating: 98, Source: xHamster

    there was no way I was sl**ping in the chair. The floor was covered in carpet that was barely softer than the concrete beneath it. Before I could point out that we were going to be sl**ping together in the bed, Mallory stopped laughing, reached up to the top button of her blouse and began undoing the buttons as she walked slowly toward me. “I also have to orgasm at least once before I can fall asl**p at night. That’s why I was so horny and bad in the car. Do you want to watch?” She stopped just inches from me, completely unbuttoned. Her eyes locked onto mine like burning embers glowing with heat and passion that had my own bl**d boiling. “Or do you want to help?” Without breaking eye contact, she took my hands in hers and placed them on her hips so I could feel the warm curve of her flesh as it turned in to her slim taut waist. The light starched fabric of her shirt brushed over the back of my hands making me aware that I was now touching her inside the privacy of her clothing. I was touching flesh that was normally hidden from lustful eyes and lecherous evaluation. Her fingernails slowly traced lines up my forearms, up to the short sleeved shirt and over my shoulders to the back of my head. I physically could have resisted her still at this point and in truth there was some small voice screaming deep within my mind that whispered this was wrong, but I silenced it as I felt her fingers at the back of my head and neck pulling me down to her. My heart was pounding loudly ...
    and my breathing was becoming tight. I felt her breathe, hot and intoxicating on my lips and then the silky soft touch of her lips on mine for only a moment. She pulled back a little and her eyes fluttered open. Then, while staring into the depths of my soul she closed the gap between us ever so slowly. Her lips were parted and then tightened ever so slightly as if to gently pull my lower lip into her. Then they parted. Her warm soft lips and her soft moist tongue tentatively ran across the lips. My mouth yielded to her and I opened my mouth just a fraction of an inch. It was all her tongue needed to slide in and begin dancing with my own tongue. My hands had moved and the one on the small of her back was pulling her to me as the other hand encountered the tight white lower band of her bra. My mind allowed my lips and tongue to do as they wanted as it drank in every sensation. The tips of my fingers slowly and deliberately moved over the swell and rise of the feminine padded fabric separating my exploring fingers from her small firm breasts. My fingers crossed the seamed edge and onto the warm, soft flesh of the top of her breast and I realized I was touching the very skin I had hours before fantasized of caressing. I shivered as I drank in every decadent tingle and realization. Her tongue was assaulting my mouth and attempting to take captive my own tongue! In return, I found my hand now squeezing firmly upon the foam of her bra covered breast. She gasped and I went on the ...
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