I imagined his face was dripping with her sweet wine as it poured out onto his tongue from her deep well. Fuck hes eating me. Oh my god&hellip,.unreal... John, I can feel the stubble of his face. First he teased me with his cock and tricked me&hellip,my pussy rained for him, and now hes drinking from me like a fish. Im going to squeeze my legs around him&hellip,is that okay with you sissy boy. She took off her top and her saggy, yet still beautiful, tits sunk to the side with her two golden brown. At least the men left he and I alone to continue to dwell in our sorrows after that, although the one man had a very appealing array of manhood leisurely suspended from his trousers, and a bit envious of the boy who knelt down before the seated man and obediently serviced him, the scene and its effects on his full endowment blocked and left to my imagination.Perhaps it was my sour mood that caused me to take stock of myself and reevaluate my fixation for the male genitalia, especially my. "The three of us passed the evening playing Scrabble, though my mindwasn't fully on the game. Visions of Ruth's party at Golden Days onSunday kept getting in the way. I saw myself in the community room, witha host of geriatric vicars and tarts. And I saw myself with Jerry.I saw myself with Jerry in the community room. And in the kitchen. Andin the laundry room. And in the car park. And in the Warden's Office.And in his bedroom. I saw myself lying down, looking up into his wolfisheyes, hearing. "I want to do this everyday mum." Yes." she sighed. "Oh God yes Mark, I love it."We moved in perfect symmetry with each other, mum's legs wide apart and her hands on my ass."It's not dirty is it darling." You know it's not mum, it's beautiful, I'm making love to the most beautiful woman in the world." Say what you're really doing, you know."I put my lips to her ear and whispered softly."I'm fucking you mum."She gasped and clutched me tighter."More darling." I'm shagging my mother's lovely.