It was wet and slippery and warm. It was my first experience. I found her cunt hole by instinct. Yes, I knew I came to this world eighteen years ago t...rough this hole and that it had a special significance for me and me alone. I really had not known what to expect but I did not know that it would be so small. I understand a cock going inside it, but imagine a baby coming of that? Amazing!“Wait”, she said and stood up. She took off her saree and her petticoat. Then she unhooked her blouse. She. Smith turned to Mr. Rubin. ‘I hope that’s satisfactory, it’s the best I can do for now.’ Mr. Rubin smiled broadly and voiced his agreement. Evelyn courteously escorted Mr. Rubin towards the exit. ‘Mr. Rubin, am I really going to see you back here in a few weeks? ‘Absolutely.’ ‘Promise? Please don’t let me down.” ‘It’s a promise. I’ll be here.’ At the front portico, Evelyn gave Mr. Rubin a last peck on the lips. Mr. Rubin joined the string of melancholy fathers. Everyone sauntered. He's got a rig." He didn't say why; just said that he did, and says the car will be ready in a couple of hours. Probably long before our guest will be ready. She's weak." Probably worried that he'll make the hole worse instead of better," Luther laughed. After washing his hands at the sink, he sat at the table watching his wife scramble three eggs in a bowl before pouring them into a skillet."She still asleep?" She got up and went to the bathroom. We talked for awhile until she started getting. She contemplated the taste and then probed further. Within moments her face was planted firmly between her mom’s thighs as she licked and sucked every drop of my last load out of Trish. I moved back and sat down in the bedroom chair, exhausted but unable to remove my gaze from the scene that was unfolding before me. Here was a sweet, and I thought, innocent teen ravishing her own mother’s pussy. I almost thought to pinch myself to be sure I was not dreaming. Trish’s gyrations became more.