My arousal was increasing, as I remembered tasting her.I remembered her swiveling her hips slowly; as she accepted my mouth and tongue, loving her.Alm...st on queue, she moved in her sleep, again.This time, drawing up her right knee along the bed's surface, she pushed at the ripples in the bottom sheet.I moved away from her, so as not to make contact.I lay back on the pillow, allowing a long slow sigh to leave my lips.My mind raced with a growing passion.I fought the desire to shake her awake,. But the fear of slut-hood was far stronger than my burning desire to have a thick cock buried inside me (be it real or not). So strong was my fear and shame, I wouldn't even penetrate the tight folds of my puckered slit with more than the tips of my fingers. Almost as if eyes constantly watched and knew the state of my hymen. Each time I slipped my hand under the huge panties purchased at Wal-Mart, and rubbed circles around my tiny clit, I was biting my pillow and praying for forgiveness from. ”Now the guy was yanking his pants down, trying to get out of them before she tore them off. She paced around him, hands still on her hips, looking him up and down. When he was naked, she moved directly in front of him and grabbed his cock with her hand. It was rough enough that I could see him wince.“Mama likes cut. Mama doesn’t like uncut.” There was a pause. “Mama wants to know if you play with your cut peepee at night?”The guy nodded. “Do you want Mama to touch your peepee until white goo. When you sense she's getting up there toward orgasm, make your lips into an O and take the clit into your mouth. Start to suck gently and watch your lady's face for her reaction. If she can handle it, begin to suck harder. If she digs it, suck even harder. Go with her. If she lifts her pelvis into the air with the tension of her rising orgasm, move with her, don't fight her. Hang on, and keep your hot mouth on her clit. Don't let go. That's what she'll be saying too: 'Don't stop. Don't ever.