Wilson leaned over and with a soft tongue like before lapped at my shaft cleaning her juices and my juices off. I reached the doorway to her bedroom. Mature sex Never did I even think about her husband coming home though if I did think about it that would be unlikely since he worked until late. She had her sandy blonde hair pulled back in a pony tail. It was surprisingly tight and wet. I knocked on the door. The St. The soft mounds sent shivers through my body. “You want your bonus don’t you?”
I smiled. Mrs. Wilson came to the door. I sat up. She smiled. I licked my lips realizing that sometimes she tanned naked, the thought sent a sweet chill through my body. She moved closer coming within inches of me and then even closer her breasts pressing against my sweat drenched tee shirt, bulging in the small bikini top.
