I grabbed her and turned her around against the countertop and fuck her doggy style. “Oh, you feel good inside me son!” Mom moaned.After fucking h...r from behind for a few minutes mom said, “Ahh… son, you fuck your mom a couple of times already, I want to know how it feels to fuck you. Ahh… Pull out of me and bring me a chair, son. I want to fuck you on the chair.”I got so excited I quickly pull out and ran to the dining table to bring in a chair.“Sit down on the chair! I want to see how it. ‘Are you trying to hook me on sex and alcohol? I can’t keep this up. I have trouble concentrating, I can’t work on my thesis, I’m constantly in this fog… What the hell is going on?’ ‘Shhh, shhh, there there, Bails,’ replied Ginger. Bailey almost slapped her. ‘Thi has something for you to drink. It’ll soothe you a little so we can talk.’ Bailey gripped the glass, filled with a cool red liquid that smelled of raspberries. Maybe she shouldn’t drink it this time. Then they might randomly decide. Her eyes roll back as his tongue glides in deep, tasting her sweet nectar. His tongue whirling around inside her flickering on her lips and tasting everything she has wanted. Her eyes roll back as moans roll off her tongue and her mans name rolls off her tongue… Jethro oh god you tease…she purrs out… oh my goooooddddd baby…she shifts and jives against his tongue to pulse with the song. He pulls back…don’t… she stops and he go’s back to work pulsing against her clit with his tongue. The hands. But, alas! this was no merit in me, for I was drove to it by a passion too impetuous for me to resist, and, I did what I did, because I could not help it.In an instant, for time was now annihilated with me, we were landed at a public house in Chelsea, hospitably commodious for the reception of duet parties of pleasure, where a breakfast of chocolate was prepared for us.An old jolly stager, who kept it, and understood life perfectly well, breakfasted with us, and leering archly at me, gave us.