She reached her orgasm much more quickly. As I came up for air again, to kneel upright between her thighs while she recovered Jean suggested we now take care of my massive hard tool that strained towards my belly. I placed a pillow under her bottom. Kneeling forward I gently placed the swollen knob inside her open slit, resting against the beckoning orifice of her vagina. With no real effort my cock slid into her warm wetness, clutched by the tight muscular confines of her cunt. Resting my hands on either side of her body I rocked back and forth inside her, bending my head to suck at her nipples, to kiss her face. Taking my mind away from the marvelous sensations of my cock I watched her facial expressions as she lost herself in this fuck with me. As the pleasure built in her I leaned forward, intertwined her tongue with mine. Her response climbed quickly when I sucked at her tongue. I pumped into her cunt with long, hard, deep tool thrusts. She gabbled, moaned, groaned, writhed, and bucked as she came. Her response was too much for me. Just as she peaked I pounded into her deeply, out of control. My body shook and spasmed as my cock erupted deep inside her cunt. I fell forward onto Jean, and her arms and legs hugged me tightly into her. We recovered together. As I rested there, enjoying this intimate embrace, I was briefly distracted by a noise on the verandah. I lifted my head to look out, but couldn’t see out past the fly screens on the French doors because of the light in my room and the darkness outside. Probably just one of the cats or dogs Jean reassured me
I put on shorts to accompany her to the kitchen for a drink of water. With a kiss and hug we bid each other good night and went to our separate bedrooms.
Dinner next evening was a very pleasant affair, full of fun conversation, sharing another bottle of wine I’d brought home. I watched some TV with Simone, while Serena studied and Jean went off to her accounts. Simone and I found an easy rapport in spite of our age difference. We talked about her work and mine. We agreed we should meet for lunch one day when I got on top of my work
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Serena interrupted our conversation to ask if I would mind looking at a problem she had with her computer. As I followed her down the hallway to her bedroom I couldn’t help but notice her great looking backside, barely covered by scanty faded denim shorts. She sat on the chair at her desk in front of her computer. I leaned over her shoulder to look at the screen. When I looked down at her to discuss her program problem her free swinging pink tipped breasts in her bloused out top were very visible to my glance. So I knelt on the floor beside her chair. But a few thoughts went through the back of my mind; she knew I had seen her breasts; she wanted me to see them; what were her motives. Fortunately I was able to help Serena solve her problem. Just as I began to get off my knees she planted a warm wet kiss of thanks on my cheek.
I showered and went to bed to read briefly before sleep, wondered if Jean might come by again, thinking that if she did I’d have to take her through a range of activities if and when we did get together; hopefully frequently. I need not have worried. The light tap on the door heralded her arrival. She was fresh from the bathroom, a towel tied across the top of her boobs, just reaching the cleft of her thighs. The towel fell to the carpet as she climbed onto the bed. Again I listened as she lay beside me and talked. Idly I stroked and played with her body, not enough to distract her too much, just enough to slowly arouse her by the time she’d talked herself out
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Eventually Jean became aware of the fire building in her body. She asked me to make love to her. I in turn suggested that tonight she take charge of her own destiny. I positioned myself on my back in the middle of the bed, my head on a pillow. Jean followed my instructions, hands holding the bed head for support, kneeling with legs on either side of my upper body and head, pussy parted over my face. I looked up at her snatch, admired her labia framing her open gash. Just before contact between her pussy and my mouth I told her I wanted her to fuck me. Initially we had no rhythm together, but with practice we gradually got there. Jean found she could place her pussy on my mouth just so to get maximum benefit from my lips, mouth and tongue. Her clit mashed against my lip and nose while I stabbed into her vagina with my stiff tongue. Slowly she climbed to her orgasm, until she rocked out of control on my face.