I scurry inside and in no time I am undressed and kneeling, waiting."Good girl." You say, patting my head and walking into the living room. Not sure i... I am suppose to follow or not, I stay put just in case. "Come here little one." You call from your chair. I get up and practically levitate to you I was moving so fast. "Go back and kneel by the door." you instruct.I look at you confused."NOW!" Your voice is sharp and loud.Without further hesitation I go and kneel at the door again. I think to. In fact, she realized she became excited with almost anything her son did to her or around her. Sarah remembered, when she had recently watched her son masturbate, how strong her own orgasm was and the hours of pleasure David enjoyed with her afterwards. She could not say no to her son, or to their incestuous relationship, for when she felt the familiar rush of warmth and electricity flow through her veins, she was a submissive to her desire.David felt her lips enclose his finger and suck upon. Did they often return to the same location? I had no idea what the habits of deer were. For all knew, our stopping in the matted down grass would leave sufficient lingering scent that they might not return any time soon. But stop we did. The grass was flattened for a rough area of about ten feet in diameter. Lying down, it became even more secluded and it was amazing how quiet it became when we stopped moving. The sky was dotted with s**ttered small clouds across a sea of blue. The sun was high. ” Sara hums into my hot pussy.I reach deeper inside her. I begin finger fucking her faster and harder. Her little pussy seems to drip faster than I can lick. Drips of juice fly from my fingers each time they come out of her as I keep moving in and out faster.I can feel Sara is getting close, she is wailing and keening now with her head stretched back--no longer licking my clit. She is taught as a bowstring; ready to let fly. Just as I turn back to her pussy lips, she lets go of the sweet agony..