She was gasping at her own punishing hands delivering needed attention on her most sensitive weak points.His lips and tongue tasted a sublime mixture ...f scents that made his already rampant cock get even a bit harder as he worked diligently to bring his mother to a satisfying orgasm. He sensed she was almost there from the way she rode his face with increased desperation not unlike a spirited filly with the finish line directly ahead.The gush of her female juices squirted into his mouth and. ” I pulled back and I looked up at him and said “she’s not for you, she’s for me.” He smiled. “Oh, really, so that’s what’s going on? Come on baby, she’s be great to share.”I don’t know what came over me but suddenly I grabbed my husband’s balls and began to squeeze slowly. “Hey! What..ow!” he yelled when I said “I said she’s not for you, she’s for ME!” and then I let go. He sat down holding his balls and looked at me shocked. I said “I mean it. Now if you want your cock sucked then shut. "What are you watching"? she asked. Then I realized what she was saying. I never turned the tv off. "Oh, shit", I said. "Uh, well, I..." my voice trailed off as I saw her starting to grin. She was looking straight at my crotch. "Look, sorry, maybe this wasn't a good idea", I said getting up to leave. As I reached the stairs, she grabbed my shoulder and spun me around, planting a long, hard kiss on my lips. I stood their,suprised, then started to return her kiss. I had never kissed a girl. Let’s get that out the way. He looked like he was in his mid-thirties and didn’t have a speck of gray hair. He was a blonde, with a stylish modern cut, which was always kept. He had no face hair; he was a clean shaven man. He always wore a suit, I don’t think I ever seen him in anything else. Mr. Bell was tall, at least 6’3 and he was slim, but when he took off his suit jacket, you could almost see the muscles ripple underneath his crisp dress shirt. His eyes were a warm green with little.