I felt them stiffen as his tongue came closer to them, and when he finally put his mouth on them, I started to writhe and moan uncontrollably. ...Oh, God, Nia. I love you so much." I held his head to my bosom and played with his dark, curly locks as he licked my breasts. He took his time with everything, almost to the point that it was pure torture. His hands roamed my body carefully, as if he were reading my skin and every curve with his fingers. His other hand again found it's way. Her husband, Darnell, we saw a bit too often. He was a strange guy. He was in his early 50s and had been in the Army. He was about 6'4, muscular but lean and still in pretty good shape. He was often out in his backyard, which was separated from ours along that stretch with a 6' wood privacy fence. The back part of our fence was only 4' tall. That's relevant in that he often appeared at it whenever my wife was laying out working on her tan. The best spot in the yard for unblocked sun was near. It was heaven!I pulled out an came all over her amazing breasts to the sound of her moaning as she squirted all over the floor.I honestly loved the fact my own mom was a squirter and she completely drenched the floor!It was like I instantly reloaded an got hard again at the sight of it!After her drenching the floor, I couldn’t stop watching her pussy lips tremble knowing I made that happen.I told her to lie down, spread her legs which she did. I slowly licked, kissed and sucked her hot wet. Rambler was locking his legs and his body tensed up.”“Zak, oh yes. It feels so good and I want you to make me cum. I need to release my stuff. Please, Zak, do it for me.”“Rambler, I am going to stroke you until you shoot your last drop of hot sticky stuff on my face. I want to feel your spurts of cum. I know you have a lot in there. I want you cum for me and can you do that. Cum baby. Yes. Give me your cum. Please.”“It took a few seconds and a fast stroke and first shot of cum hit the side of.