In the dim light, they were two bodies moving to the music of passion. “Do you like it?” His mouth followed his fingers, and she felt as if steam ...oured from every pore.Those long fingers undid more of the buttons and in seconds one of her nipples dived in a hot, whisky-coated mouth. He licked and tasted it as though she was made of porcelain, his lips moulding to her, but never pulling on the dusky delicacy.“Harder,” she pleaded out of breath.He did not shy away, quick-study that he proved to. This time it was a close, close up of his dick head and the pee hole was facing the camera. That’s not what made me cum a little, what made me cum was that I saw tons of precum that was coming out of his cock. I could see it rolling down the underside of his dick head and it looked like he took his thumb and wiped a whole bunch of it all over his red tinted fat fucking dick head making it all shiny.“Ooooh god.” I whimpered before I gasped and licked my phone like I would lick his dick if it was. When I stepped into the kitchen my eighteen-year-old eyes could not believe the vision that was before them. Standing there, dressed to the nines, was Tara's mom, Crystal. She was wearing the shortest and tightest mini skirt I had ever seen. Long shapely legs were covered in shiny pantyhose and her feet were clad in very high heels. A red silk blouse hugged her torso like a second skin and was unbuttoned just enough to allow glimpses of her tempting breasts encased in a red bra. I had never. As we sipped our wine Nonna told me firmly, “Now you must come back at the same time next week and we will do it again!”“Nonna,” I protested, “I can’t come back here just for sex!”“Nonsense!” she retorted, “It’s not just sex! I like you and I like your company, and a healthy man like you needs his wants taken care of. Let Nonna take care of you.” Much as I had enjoyed our afternoon, it took further persuasion from Nonna before I agreed to her suggestion.The following week was almost an exact.