Not finding any, I went up to ask her where they might be and just as I entered the hall at the top of the stairs, out comes Mom from the bathroom. Na...ed. She looked a bit surprised and, of course, I was rather embarrassed. "Oh, shit, sorry Mom. I can't find the coffee filters." She did look a bit taken aback but was smiling when she said, "Oh, I just bought some, they're in the grocery bag on the kitchen table." I mumbled thanks as she added, "I'm sure you're old enough not to be shocked at. She tasted different from Adison, but he liked her flavour and soon found his lips sucking gently on her cunnie lips.Her hips thrust up again and he sucked harder and then thrust his tongue inside her. Her cunnie had a different shape and feel, and he started exploring. Forgetting whose cunnie it was as he simply reacted to her reactions.He sucked harder and flicked his tongue in and out of her as she humped into his face. Her long fingers were tangled in his hair. She was encouraging him to do. He wet his finger and slipped them into her and was pleasantly surprised when she reared back, her anal star devouring his digits. He scissored them within her lush depths and heard her growl, deep and throaty. The sound had him pumping her, wanting to hear that suddenly-gone-husky voice again. He veed his fingers again and was shocked when, with a guttural growl, she demanded through clenched teeth, “Fuck me.” He didn’t need to be told twice, and sank his aching cock deep within her. They both. She almost always wore skirts to make vaginal access as quick and easy as possible without the extra effort and delay of undressing.If she was in the tack room, then it would likely be any one, or occasionally more, of several neighbor boys or men who had stopped by for this very purpose. There were two farmhands in residence so one or both might be intimately involved if she were in their quarters.This time he found her in the tack room since the farmhands were still out working. He entered to.