I was so excited that I didn't bother standing up. I scurried over to her on my hands and knees. Mom was okay so everything would be all right. I stop...ed at her side waiting for her to look at me. She didn't."Mom?"No answer. No movement except for a slow blink."Mom, you awake?"Still no answer. I placed a hand on her shoulder. No movement. I shook her. She turned towards me and stared with blank eyes. I shook her again, but her expression didn't change."It's Bobby. Why won't you talk to me?"No. She too had been aroused all day, as evidenced by her rock hard nipples. They obviously had been rubbing against the fabric of her bra causing them to be very hard and tender too. With a wicked grin on his face, he pinched her nipples playfully making her jump in the chair. Opening her eyes finally, she stood and turned to face him. Leaning back against the corner of her desk, she pulled him closer nibbling playfully at his lips. Desperately wanting to be inside her, he shoved her back onto. Eventually, Jon moved towards her stomach and past her pussy to her legs. As he kissed her legs, he gently grazed his fingers across her inner thigh towards Chelsea’s pink clit. When he poked it, her entire body spasmed at the pleasure. Jon laughed, and then began to lick around Chelsea’s clit and lips. “Stop teasing Jon!” Chelsea moaned, this time serious. Jon then proceeded to put his tongue deep into her hole and lick her clit. He had never done this before, but had watched enough porn to. " My god, Elly."She knew what he saw. A slim, blonde woman with a flat, almost concave abdomen, a prominent navel, tits that stood out in voluptuous fullness, surprising on an otherwise slim, lithe figure. Fat pussylips below the dark brown triangle between firm, full legs, made glorious by the lacy fishnet stockings and the spike heels. Pretty regular features framed by tousled blonde hair. The face sensual in the dim light. He was fidgeting, staring at her. She felt herself preening to his.
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