She got out the car and into the back seat pulling her skirt up and her panties off, opening her legs I leaned over and gently licked her smooth and v...ry wet pussy, her juices dribbled out of her slit, as I lapped her clit her juices tasted so sweet, a lot sweeter than Ann’s and Heather, it must be the older the women the sweeter they get, I didn’t really give a fuck I was eating some tasty pussy and she was loving it, I sucked her clit into my mouth and nibbled her clit, it was driving her. Knowing its wrong to watch my son naked in the shower i blush but can't pull myself away. You turn to let the water flow over your back and i move to make sure you can't see me at the door. My eyes shift down to your cock and i feel myself getting turned on. Internally i try to talk myself into moving on, not watching you any longer. Its so wrong to be watching my son! As your hands move over your body as you shower i find it harder and harder to move away. Finally feeling very bold i strip. This was a regular chocolate bunny piece of dark meat. She wore two different white bikinis in her photo sets. She was thick, and I'm not talking thick like pudding, more like a juicy piece of sizzling pan fried mutton. Her belly was curvy and wide, she wasn't even trying to squeeze anything in. Her tits hung low. She had frizzed afro-beautiful hair, and it spread out in into a thick tent down to her shoulders. She had large beautiful eyes and a wide nose. She wore a dark pair of designer. That she was an aristocrat was surprise enough, but why did I feel a definite pang of jealousy when I thought that other people knew her well enough to send her cards, colleagues, friends, other lovers, other women for whom she might provide her very special service. Suddenly I badly needed to know who had sent Margaret this card. Awareness that such nosiness was way beyond the rules made the temptation worse. I laughed furtively as I interpreted my feeling as one of desire to be caught and.