Never had I felt a woman so hot and wet and tight. Standing statue still, only the lips of her cunt squeezed and pulsed, pulling my foot-long member i...side her inch by inch until we were nipple to chest. She leaned in and kissed me hard while my hands grasped a breast in each hand and crunched them mercilessly. Her mouth opened, silent. Then her eyes shifted from sea-green to deep blue and she moaned, “Oooohhhh.” I clamped down even harder, digging my fingers deep within the firm flesh. Now. Quinella rubbed Ned’s back and motioned his dismount. ‘I’m feeling sleepier now. Thanks.’ She closed her eyes and dozed off next to Ned. Ned also rejoined his slumbers. Ned awoke with the unusual but pleasant sensation of a morning blowjob. Quinella’s head was under the covers bouncing them like a fluttering sail. Seeing no need to interrupt or help, he lay back in the pillow and closed his eyes. Quinella’s tongue wrapped one side of the shaft and then the other. She lapped it over the top. Her hair was awry, face flushed, body glistening with sweat -- yet her well-fucked appearance made me want my mother all the more, as if the tongue action I'd just given her had been no more than an appetizer. Pausing to lick at my sticky fingertips, I studied the thick bush between Mom's legs, now somewhat matted from her vaginal fluids. All my other female lovers kept their pubes shaved or trimmed, but there was something beautiful about my mother's auburn thatch that made me wonder if I'd. ‘Because I bought a sledge hammer instead of the floral wallpaper she wanted to decorate our bathroom with.’ Reina grimaced, ‘Ouch. You should get her some flowers or chocolate.’ ‘She burned the flowers and gave the chocolate to the neighbor’s dog.’ ‘That’s not good,’ Reina said sadly, ‘what are her favorite flowers?’ ‘Tiger lilies.’ Rob answered immediately. ‘You got her roses, didn’t you?’ Rob seemed to have an epiphany, ‘Oh my God! I did get her roses! Shit! Reina, you probably just saved my.