Rich stepped back, grinning down at her, still looking between her legs. Roxie spread them open, her cunt parting wetly.

Rich dropped to his knees, panting heavily. He knelt at her side, and Roxie pulled his cheek to her bare thigh, his face turned toward her cunt. Running her hand through his hair, she trembled as she smiled at him.

Rich's hot breath tingled on her naked thigh as she sat in the chair with her ass hanging over the edge. His face felt good on her naked leg, and she was confused about her feelings. She felt so very good right now, not at all embarrassed or ashamed.

They rested, neither speaking, but looking into each other's eyes quietly.

Roxie even lifted her twisted skirt higher until her belly button was exposed.

She pushed her hand nervously upward toward her tits.

"Ritchy, do you want to see them?" she asked, whispering softly.

He nodded, grinning and sliding his hand to her ass.

Her hand moved to her tits, sliding from one to the other.

They felt much too swollen for her bra now, and her nipples were still painfully stiff. She slipped one strap down, slowly pulling the top of her dress downward. Her nipple slipped into view, and she watched his eyes as he gazed at it. She saw hot hunger there, a hunger that seemed as wild as her own.

Surprising herself again, Roxie began to circle her nipple with the tip of one finger, making it tingle and bulge even more.

Fascinated by her own boldness now, she cupped her tit and squeezed it, letting the nipple slide between her fingers. Using her other hand, she drew his hand up her body and curled his fingers around her tit.

Rich squeezed, then began to twist and pull at her nipple.

"Ohhhh, honey!" Roxie cooed, her eyes flashing in heat.

With a sinking sensation, she knew the gates of her passion had been thrown wide open, allowing her son entrance to her inner self, her passionate inner self.