"Wow, that's hot. Lick her again," my father urges. I still couldn't believe this was happening. I close my eyes this time as my mom slowly licks up t...e side of my face again, feeling her warm tongue over my eye, licking me all the way to my forehead. "Mmm, you taste so good, baby. Michael, get a taste." My father tilts lower, starting a lick between my cleavage, up my chest...my throat; licking all the way up the center of my face. I could tell he was getting into it as he drooled on me, not. Then she groaned as she tenderly touched the slight bruises lining the moist pink lips of her pussy. Her outstretched middle finger probed gently at the sensitive opening, becoming moist from the sticky white liquid that was still flowing viscously from the recently deflowered aperture. The split of her buttocks felt damp with it as well.Her thoughts rambled in myriad confusion she brushed her bright blonde hair from around her eyes and heaving breasts to let it fall in a soft golden mass. I found myself in an alley, behind a bar, in a questionable part of a city that I didn’t recognize. In other words, I didn’t know where the fuck I was. I sat there in a filthy alley, leaning up against an old brick wall. I was trying to get myself together when the door in the wall opened and out came a very large gentleman. He looked up and down the alley and then turned back to speak into the building, ‘That asshole Tony is not back with the car yet, Boss.’ My foggy brain realized that he. When she came down from her high a few moments later, she whispered for me to sit on top the counter. I remember the cold granite pressed against my ass cheeks, but it was a small sacrifice for what was about to come (no pun intended).Like a woman possessed she grabbed my cock and began sucking and stroking as fast as she could. It was nice to finally be able to really lay back and expose ourselves to each other a little bit because in the past our little meetings were very brief and we weren't.