Her hands became slippery as she rubbed me, and it was like a lubricant. Milf sex Now that we were free, though, I was anxious to have her over. It was orgasmic. Still looking in the mirror, I pulled off my current pajama top. I then cupped my breasts in my hands and played with them. “I love you, Sam,” said Jen. My clothes were mostly plain, the exceptions being the shirts I’d collected from my favorite bands. Jen often joked that I was a vampire due to my paleness and my hate of light – the latter of which she also happened to share. And then I realized my breasts weren’t very well covered, and she must have, too, as her eyes widened as she said, “Omigod, your breasts… God. Our eyes looking into one another’s, we, as if from telepathy, suddenly… My left hand was still toying with my breasts. Working in and out, her entire hand covered in my juices, she was fantastic.
