Andrew tugged on the fabric but quickly gave up when it wouldn't come undone. Alison responded by gently slapping his arms into the air and removing his shirt. Giving his chest some tender kisses in return. She rocked back and forth in his lap, allowing Andrew's hands to return to her ass cheeks.

"Does my good boy want something?" She teased, nudging her breasts back into his face. "All you have to do is ask nicely?"

Andrew looked up at the older woman, her face showing a mix of loving care and playful arousal as she stroked his hair. He tried his best to give her his best pleading face,...