His hand reached in and teased my bum playfully. He knew I liked to be stroked and I giggled the way he would expect me to. I let my dress fall in blu... bunches all rumpled on the floor. I waited for his words and his compliments; it was always like this when we were together. I was wearing a delicate set of white lace lingerie to remind him of those first few times. I knew Steve loved me in white. His eyes went wide just as I knew they would and his fingers traced the outline of my hips. I. That's just what it was, worship. This gorgeous blonde dish paid like a kind of oral homage to his big black cock. Mewled and purred and kissed and licked it.When it was over, she admired herself in the mirror and then, I'm not making this up, she gets on her knees and kisses each of his feet. Then he looks up at me, and asks if the bitch can suck him off in the store. I nod, too thick throated to talk by now, feeling like a jackhammer running through my veins, feeding my stretched out little. The repetitive lowering of her opened womanhood on his thickened cock proceeded without interruption. Its constancy built a pattern that Marie found to be a pleasant respite. Even the most vigorous rotations of her hips in rapid succession were met with a strength and firmnessthat allowed her to exercise the full length of fuck stroke from an almost-appearing cockhead to base of the long shaft she rode to the plate of musculature which consistently bumped her clitoris. This Marie did longer. As I was getting ready to hop in, the door opened and my mom just stood at the doorway. My towel was hanging behind the door so there no way to cover up but I don't think I could of covered up anyway. I was frozen - totally naked and still semi hard. I figured she would of just closed the door to give me privacy but instead she stood there - I still remember it - she had just gotten back from a morning jog - she was wearing running shorts, a white tshirt and was glistening in sweat (she was an.