First of all, she was undeniably intelligent. Second, her intelligence was the devious kind, adept at scheming and manipulation. Third, with one glari...g exception, she was blessed with strong self-awareness and self-control.That one exception was her son, Greg. Although it was never manifested physically, Penelope was deeply, romantically, lustfully, obsessively in love with her son. His death was to her the loss of the dominant passion of her life. For all of her intelligence, her deviousness,. "Thank you sir, may I have another." *smack* "1... thank you sir, may I have another" *smack* "2, thank you sir, may I have another" yeah, we made it to 4 before I tired out a bit. You suggested a break but I lowered myself to a different angle and found a 2nd wind. I was rotating in a sort of c motion on your penis and you were eating it up. Lost in the pleasure. "What's that the kids are doing these days? What's that meme? Spell what on his cock with your hip movements?" "U" I said as I. A few nights later, after a tiring day working the farm with Kal, she forgot to place it on her nightstand and woke up to find it had not moved as she shifted about in her sleep. Since then she had only removed it for a few minutes to bathe; lately, even that had been rare. Though she hardly noticed it while it was on, she felt a sharp sense of loss without it hanging around her neck.Perra giggled, “You may be right Mom. There’s also a good chance this is the reason I keep getting flashes of. That’s about the time I asked her if she wanted me to cum in her mouth. “Not yet” she said and then swallowed my cock again. I slowly raised her up and pushed her back into the chair. I then lowered her pants and pulled her panties off.I opened her legs and looked at her dripping hairless pussy. What a beautiful sight! I started licking the outer edges of her pussy and worked my way up and down her slit. I sucked her hard clit into my mouth and then nibbled on it. Her pussy juices were flowing.