She lightly brushed her fingers over my puffy pussy lips. The tickling sensation drove me mad, and I begged, ”Make me cum Julia. Make me yours tonig...t." She wasted no time. Burying her face in my screaming cunt, her tongue went straight for my clit. No teasing, no hesitation. She lashed out at it, swirling and flicking her tongue back and forth on it. I humped her face, wanting more. Instead, she abandoned my clit to explore my sex. Licking and sucking, she covered every spot of my pussy with. But things are working out for the best. Well I think that they are. Now if nothing else happens to mess up our lives; I am going to be more than super grateful,” said Abby. Her new friend laughed.“Yes, well we’re all hoping that things continue to improve,” said Lana, “especially Sam.” She got a sidelong look from her friend for what she’d just said.The two women had been sitting at the dinette table of the guest house ever since they’d had their morning coffee together: something they’d been. Her tits hung down and begged to be touched, to be massaged, and yes to be suckled by her son. It had been over 20 years since my eyes had seen her breasts and my lips had contacted those nipples. In the fog of my testosterone fueled mind there was this dim memory of the softness of a breast and the rubbery nipple between my lips. “It must be Helen’s breast,” I told myself. “No one can remember being a year old.”Now I saw her breasts not as a supply of life giving milk but as objects to arouse. “Yeah! Fill me...” She sucked in a great breath of air and screamed the last word as an orgasm ferociously claimed her, “Up!” The cyclical trap held them both for what felt like eternity. The tight squeeze of her pussy made him throb and pump his hips, which in turn caused her intimate muscles to clamp down. They both made sounds and faces that would have been comical, if either of them could see through tightly closed eyes or hear over the sound of their hearts pounding in their ears. On and.