Kathy’s logic was flawless: If a woman can achieve an orgasm by finger-fucking herself—and looking at the size of a woman’s finger—it was clea... that no man needed to worry about the size of his penis. After I watched Kathy masturbate for a few minutes, she said it was my turn, but said for me to use my tongue. I did as she wanted, and almost from the beginning, she was moaning and gasping. I didn’t know if Kathy was playing a joke on me or not, at least until she said she was about to. Then, in one slight motion, she was exploring his ballsac with her tongue, paying special care to that piece of skin between his balls and anus. Suddenly… Honey! What are you doing? Relax. Youll like this, she assured him. She ran her smooth tongue over his sensitive anal hole. It puckered in retaliation. I dont know about- but his voice trailed off into oblivion from the pleasure he was experiencing. Her young, small tongue was working its way through each crevice, tenderly slipping a little. "I'm not finished with you yet," Sandra announced as if talking to the unseen audience. "Oh really?" I answered back. Before she could say anything else, I rotated my hips and smoothly thrust my now aching and rock hard cock into her slippery pussy. I wasn't quite ready to cede control of the show back to her.Sandra gasped both with shock and delight. She shuddered hard as I slid unchecked deep into her. I smiled enjoying her obviously unexpected, but momentary loss of dominion. I rocked my. She quickly became damp and the strength of her resistance fell as quickly as it came. “Tell me mother, do you like being a slut? Do you like living this way?” As I said this, two fingers found their way to her entrance, and pushed forward into her wet and waiting hole.“Wait!” She tried to slow my entry once again but my fingers found themselves worming around in her wet cave, searching out the ridged area I’ve heard of only in porn. She took a deep breath, and through soft moans began to.