Adult Blogger: MILF LESSONS shifted closer to get more of the sheets until her left side was resting against my right. She was warm. I was tense. I told my right arm to relax. I¡¦m sure she¡¦d notice. After a little non-verbal shouting, my arm listened. But my cock had gone totally deaf! She must have noticed.
Then her hand moved onto my thigh. It rested there for a minute and then squeezed. By now I was screaming silently to my thigh. Think of Karate sparring practice. Think of a waterpolo match. Think¡K.Now why the fuck were all my sparring partners topless bi-boobed women and when did my entire waterpolo team become the cast from Baywatch?
Her hand slid towards my cock. No hesitation. No concern about waking me. This was familiar territory. As she wrapped her fingers around the base of the shaft, she rolled on her side and sat up. Sliding her hand up and down the shaft, she quietly pushed the sheets away and got down to masturbating my pole. Then she leaned over me and lay her body across my stomach, facing my cock. Every once in a while she stopped at the top of my shaft and spread my precum with her thumb all around the head. I could hear the frothing as I got wetter and harder. She pumped faster. Bitch! I was hard and my hips were moving. I was getting close. Every time she pumped my cock became more sensitive. Who¡¦s that moaning? Fuck! It¡¦s me! Can¡¦t she hear it? Or do I always moan. Why is she so familiar with my cock?
