My mommy isn't home and if you keep doing it to me I just don't know what I'll do. But Mr. George ... you can do it a little faster, can't you?"That w...s their first shot at make believe fantasy sex and it was great. They did it many times over the following year they went together. Sometimes Michael was a 'Police Officer and she was a prostitute'. They roll played the 'traveling salesman and the farmer's daughter', 'the supermarket delivery boy and the lonely housewife', among a long list of. Maybe she is a nympho, but I had doubts. I felt a little bit like a pawn. A very horny and happy pawn. I should have sensed danger, but I was thinking with my little head, which was not so little at the moment. I watched her walk across the room and could distinctly see the jiggle of her breasts and the points where her nipples were poking through the thin material. I could clearly see her shapely legs as she strode towards the kitchen. It occurred to me that our time might be. He gently pushed me on my back and I sighed out a quiet long moan as I opened my legs and felt the head of his fat cock nudging my cum drenched pussy. I reached down and wrapped my fingers around his fat cock and sighed out mm as I guided it back into my syrupy wet cunt.He kissed me so soft, I breathed out and said; slow Chris, fuck me, fuck me real slow. Chris said um can I …well can I call you mom? I held his face in my hands and covered him in wet kisses as I said yes, of course darling. Do. My tongue seemed to unlock another level of erotic naughtiness in her panties and the taste sensations provided me with a completeness in terms of Florence's fanny offerings.My curiousity at what was going on in the bedroom had now got the better of me and my cock was now hungry and fully grown inside my trousers. I quietly moved along the hallway and closer to the bedroom, where the door was open.I have never done anything like this before, but i stood looking into the room, all the time.