The sight caused her to giggle for some reason, and she grabbed my arm in a hug, squeezing her thighs together, trapping my hand and mashing my thumb against her sex. It was beginning to be a bit of a catchphrase for her. Milf sex “No, silly,” Katie said, stifling a giggle and beckoning me closer with a crooked finger. I started making some dinner, and a few minutes later a very sleepy looking Katie was at my side, leaning into me, hugging what she could get her arms around. As I rub up and down, Katie begins to get more and more into the stimulation, her hips rising and falling, pushing against my fingers. She was chattering away normally, and every so often would shift her legs a little wider apart. I leave my hand there, half touching the satin skin of her tummy – her t-shirt has risen a little during the night, exposing a few precious inches to my touch.
