I graze her earlobes delicately, and run the tip of my tongue along its ridges and folds, as my hot breath comes in short gasps. Pulling my head back,...I look deep into her lustrous brown eyes, shining in the moonlight. She has never looked more beautiful. ‘I am so hungry for you.’ My voice is husky and thick. I can feel my heart beating faster with desire. Gently, I run my hands under her sweater, up over her bra, feeling the texture of the pattern under my fingertips. Tenderly, slowly, my. All I can say is that I was having the most wonderful fuck of my life. My son laboured over my back like a stallion does his mare, his cock was sending thrilling signals to my brain as it pounded into my pussy again and again. Finally the sensations became too much too much to bear. I cried out as the waves of climax came crashing over me in a sea of sexual ecstasy. A moment or so later, he pulled back wanting to pull his cock out of me. "Push it back up and leave it there, honey, fill your. Josie was excited about our cousins and Uncle Robert coming and she wanted to know more about Mom and her brother.“Mom, do you think you and Uncle Robert will want to try to fuck again when they get here,” Josie asked.“Josie, we don’t need to use those words in everyday conversations, they are vulgar and nasty. I doubt your Uncle Robert wants to continue our sex play like we did as kids,” Mom said.“Mom, we just got through fucking, and you and I got some really fantastic comes. You with me. She looked up and smiled.(Author’s note; The Wodaabe have completely different views on sex to that of the western world, free sexual activity from puberty until marriage is normal, provided it is never expressed in public view. Most are experienced before their late teens.)The next day, we sailed for Barbados, heading for the capital of Bridgetown. The voyage would be tedious having to tack constantly, the winds at this time of year, would always be against us, It would be a tiring journey.