.. I mean, what if I ... you...” She swallowed. “I mean, what if we wanted to do it again?”“I do want to again, Mother,” he said.She glanced...at him, and when she saw his eyes on her, she smiled and flipped the other side of her skirt away from her legs.“Many times?” she asked.“As many as you’ll let me,” he replied.Judy breathed deeply, feeling her nipples brush the moistness of her blouse.“I may let you do it all the time,” she said softly. “All the time.”“Yeah!” Tony gurgled, sitting up and. We were just starting the elementary school and then of course over the years we were the best friends, went to same schools, graduated together from Middle School and then on to the same High school. The only notable point that is still in my mind was that his mother Beatrice was much younger than my mother. She almost reminded me of aunt Beth; my father’s youngest sister and almost like a big sister to me. Soon both of our families developed close relations and Leslie was more like a brother. I didn't dare say a word, afraid I would really screw things up. It wasn't unusual for Daddy to monopolize a softball conversation. He was quite passionate about it, especially when it came to anything involving me. But I was very nervous the whole time they were talking.I went upstairs and took off the clothes I normally wore during softball practices. I tossed them over into the clothes hamper and forgot all about them. I would be doing the wash the next day anyways.Turning on my CD player, I. . I pull her swim suit to the side and said "Wow" it was clean apart from a little patch or hair as if she had it waxed just before they came as I spread her pussy lips and in hail the sweet aroma of her milf white cunt. I started to gently kiss her thighs moving closer to her pussy as she was breathing heavy with anticipation of my tongue,I flick my tongue gently over the lips of her pussy ex hailing slowly as my tongue made first with her clit....She quiver on contact of my tongue, as I lick.
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