You can feel my aching clit, and flick it gently with your thumb. When you feel that I can take much more, you pull me up so I am on my knees, one of...your hands is tangled in my hair, pulling it. The other hand releases your hard, throbbing cock and you push my head down so I can take it in my mouth. You hand on my head controls what I do, and you let me lick and suck at you greedily before I find myself rhythmically moving up and down, my hands cupping and fondling your balls and sliding up. “Are you surprised?” I asked. “I thought you liked women,” he responded curtly. “I do like women,” I answered. “Do you eat their pussies?” he inquired, a sour look on his face. “Sure,” I offered. He turned away, asking me if I wanted a mixed drink, and I accepted his offer. This was really awkward, I thought. I hadn’t expected this type of response from him. I figured he’d love the chance to break in a brand new ass, especially a tight, young 19 year old ass. He returned with two drinks, and. I've always wanted to explore that. You'd probably like the Peterson Air and Space Museum." She squeezed his thigh again. Had it been light outside, she'd have seen the malformation of his pants, where her hand on his thigh had resulted in one of the most rigid erections he could remember. It almost hurt, he was so hard. She went on, oblivious. "And Curtis will love the Cheyenne Mountain Zoo and a place called Santa's Workshop." She squeezed his thigh again."It all sounds wonderful," said Bob,. Mitchell was concerned that this someone in question would be one of those older men who would most likely “bust his ass and send him home turned out”! She then told me how she was please that if anyone was going to fuck her little Sissy c***d that it was me. I sat on the edge of the sofa with my hands on my knees and my jaw on the floor! Mrs. Mitchell then asked “Have you ever had sex with a woman or have you just been fucking my son’s asshole”? I stammered “No, no No maam’! She replied that.