Then, he took over. You mean …”
Gloria nodded, “It would be perfect, wouldn’t it? It was tentative, hesitant, and nervous like any first kiss like that. After what seemed like a couple years of a very strong relationship that was building on itself continually, her man had simply broken off the relationship. Hannah gasped, one hand behind her mother’s head, the other clutching her own breast. Gloria kissed inch by inch over the panty material until she reached the pussy mound. There was no hurry, no desperation to have or produce an orgasm with them. Hannah stood in the doorway looking approvingly at her mom. You internalize it even if it is completely absurd as in Hannah’s case. Was there something wrong with her? The only thing or living being more important to either of them than each other was Hannah, so what could there be? Her own pussy was receiving equal excited and exciting treatment. As her mother kissed his abdomen and placed her fingers on one side of the underwear, Hannah duplicated the action. It felt manipulative to her, but …
Gloria raised her head to look into her husband’s face, then, “I have a confession.”
He smiled and flexed his semi-hard cock in her pussy, “That sounds ominous. It helped me, though, mom … thank you. Hannah felt a gentle stroke
