It was not artificial. Same to me also. Both we should be honest to yourself that we are not cheating ourselves. Our society is not bother for us. Why...we should bother? Here only we are male and female no other relation in between us. We are honestly loving each other. By heart I am no more your mother. I’m your sex slave. If you want I want to be your wife also to be lifetime sex partner. I can not miss your huge size of cock, which is a dream of every woman. Such type of hard fuck made me. Finally, I give in, and I touch your nether hole, and rim it as you squeal with delight. I give a tentative push with the tip of my tongue, but then quickly return to your clit and attack it until you are thrashing about, trying hard not to scream so that the who world can hear us, as we are out on the balcony still and you are essentially naked. Then, I curl my tongue up and invade your soaked quim, drinking of your sweet nectar and making love to you with it as you stand bent over the railing. I could swim to her and grab her anywhere and nothing was said to stop that situation. On one occasion the top of her suit can off and all she did was tie it back on. We changed suits in the same room and I always liked seeing the Mother’s naked breasts. They had large nipples that were a deep pink.I could talk to Mother about any subject at any time. No subject was taboo. We talked about sex at an early age, and some of the questions I asked were quite graphic in nature. Mother always had an. The orgasm was what woke up Lucy. She was surprised to discover that she wasn't being caressed by a dream hand but a very real one. Her nightgown was hiked above her waist. It wasn't Beth caressing her. It was Karen. Lucy grabbed Karen's arm and tried to push it away but the girl was too strong."Get your hand away! I don't like that!" Yeah, sure," said Karen. "You could have fooled me by the way you were cumming." She pulled her hand out from beneath the crotch band of Lucy's panties and.