She felt his cock and grew wetter. As she pulled his pants and boxers down off his legs freeing her prize she looked longly into his eyes as she took ...im into her mouth. As soon as his head passed her lips and she could taste him her mind brought up all the good memories that she had. She knew how he liked his blow jobs and like muscle memory she began to slowly take him in and pull back. With each stroke in her mouth she could feel his pussy getting wetter. Knelling before him in the chair and. I then wiped my hand on my shirt and turned over. I noticed that my door was slightly ajar and my mom was peeking through the crack.She then knocked and asked, “Honey, can I come in?”“Yes,” I responded.She opened the door, entered the room, closed it, and came over and sat on the edge of my bed. For several minutes she sat there nervously without saying a word. She looked and turned away several times as if she was trying to figure out what to say. Eventually, she stared me right in the eyes. Karen closed her eyes and readied herself for the pain. It was bad but just a quick jolt rippled through her body, she downed another swallow of Whiskey from Sean's flask and soon felt better, though she thought she was seeing things when Sean began wrapping two wrenches onto either side of her ankle with an ACE bandage. "What are you doing?" Karen asked, forgetting for a minute that she was naked under the blanket she sat-up and allowed the blanket to fall from her chest and wad-up near her. "I began to feel my tight, shaven pussy become wet while I'm sucking on his cock, and gently cradling his balls in my hand. When he had enough of me sucking his cock, he pulled me up and grabbed my waist and told me to sit down on his lap. I sat down and straddled his lap, and began to kiss him, massaging my tongue with his while slowly grinding my pussy on his hard cock that was sticking out of his boxers. He wrapped his hand around his thick cock, and began to rub the head along my black lace.