.so long for you to lick my clit, don’t stop…yes baby…Yes…Oh God...Oh Yes...I’m Cuming baby…lick me…baby ..Baby…BABY…Ahhhhhh BABY!�...and yelled and squirmed almost violently as she bucked her pussy up to my tongue….Ohhhhhhhhh she moaned…“Oh baby yes…OOO…it feels so good baby…..so…..good…..ooooooo!” That excited me to hear mom talk like that, she was a quiet person who talked quietly. Her loud moaning almost made me cum…I moved up on her in a panic to feel her pussy around my dick. I quick put. We briefly introduced ourselves and he started leading me to his spot. The spot being a small sidewalk, hidden by a retaining wall, next to a lake.As soon as we got to our spot partially hidden behind the wall he turned around and began making out with me. I was timid at first but quickly gave in and began aggressively kissing him back. We kissed and groped each other for a few minutes until we both couldn't take the waiting anymore. He slowly knelt down in front me, his face level with my cock. "I don't rightly know the answer to that, Mr. Nettleton." Ah," said Robert sagely. "No matter. I was just curious." Robert had been having a little fun, trying to needle the reporter. He was quite aware that a 'picayune' was a half dime coin that had been in use in the South in years past. The dictionary definition these days was "something of little value".Randy, on his first real live mission as a 'society reporter' just nodded and launched into what he thought were penetrating and important. Miss Sarah placed a metal shackle on my left ankle and then the right ankle. i noticed a change coming over me. It was not a new one as it happens all the time when i know things are going to be rough. Taking my right wrist Miss Sarah pulled it up and clasped the metal shackle to it and walked to the other side and did the same to my left wrist. Standing directly behind me Miss Sarah lightly ran her finger nails down my spine from my neck to my buttocks and my breathing changed to short.