"Could you... I think I want to try," he stumbled his words. "Help me to relax." "Sure," she replied. "I'll dump off my coat and get a couple of things." Carol headed out the door again before coming back a two or three minutes later. "I got a pair of the better gloves," she waved them in her hand. Stephen's heart was already pounding but it was still able to step it up a notch when she showed him the gloves. He now didn't know if he could go through with it but he couldn't figure out how to tell her he'd changed his mind either. Carol drew the curtain all the way around her bed. Stephen gazed at her with every step. She wheeled away the trolley table with Stephen's laptop on before she pulled on the latex gloves like she'd done a thousands times before. "Are you sure nobody's going to come in on us?" he asked. "No. It's okay," she reassured him. She placed the small bottle of lube on the bed and made eye contact with him. "We can use this if we think we need it," she said to him. Carefully lifting MILF the covers, she pulled them down towards the foot of the bed. Stephen was wearing a pair of loose fitting shorts over his boxer shorts. Prompted by Carol's body language, he supported himself on the bed and tried to lift his hips as she dragged down both pairs of shorts in one smooth motion. They slipped down easily and she took them all the way down to his ankles. Stephen teen took his hand indian away from the rail and placed it over his groin. She touched his hand for a moment before lifting it away. "Just relax." Stephen tried hot to relax but his body was so tense. Carol lifted his flaccid cock and held it in her palm before wrapping her thumb around it. The latex gloves felt strange against his skin as she began to make tiny stroking motions. She was slow at first so that he desi could get used to the sexy sensation. It took a moment for anything to happen but slowly he began to grow in her grasp. “How did it end”. “How do you fancy a shower? “Do you still go through the cycle?” He was deep inside of me now, not as deep as Daddy but his prick was hotter. Not long after she continued hot to shimmy as she worked the skirt down past her hips. I cleared my throat and, instead of surrendering to the emotions rippling through me, I said as cockily as possible, indian “So, we have a princedom to rule.” I couldn’t see a sexy thing but I could hear people talking. “Because I know that you hate to dress up, and you took me to that party anyway.” She moaned teen as I went back to kissing her neck. Yes, I agree. He pierced his index finger into the pussy and clipped the lip in between his fingers and stretched away to clear the hair near the lobe by running the razor over my sensual lips. “Unnnhhhh!” “Rope work.” I asked. I see her glowing liquid shining in the night light. It got desi her wet. “I’m going to call your father and talk it through with him, though I’m sure he’ll understand. She was a pretty young thing, petite and dressed up in a little black dress. “So, uh… Have MILF you thought about what you’re going to be doing next year?