Richard always kissed me first. And I was a girl who needed to be kissed first before touching proceeded. He led me by the hand to his bedroom. It was...dimly lit, with the covers turned down. He gently lay me down on the bed with him. Pressing his forehead against mine, he studied my eyes, my soul, fully seeing me. He lifted his chin to connect his lips with mine. It was such a soft, unhurried kiss.His fingers moved to my shirt, slowly lifting it over my head, kissing every inch of my skin. He rubbed me up and down, both being careful so as to not roll off the table. I bent down and took his cock into my mouth swallowing him to the hilt. He moaned as I took my time, holding him by the base of his shaft with one hand as I gently squeezed his balls with the other. He rose his ass off the table and I slid my hand under him to feel the strong muscles of his buttocks contract with the plasure my mouth was giving him. I felt the tip of his cock. He simply said,"You're not done yet."I was amazed that his cock was in the same shape I'd found it 10 minutes before. I pounced on this once in a lifetime chance and sucked him as if it was the first time. This time he really forced my head down hard over and over again and was really rough. He really wanted to use my mouth like a man whore. I gagged many times, but kept sucking and trying to meet this thrusts with as much enthusiasm as possible. I was loving this and it was a great way to. I saw partly her buttocks. She turned around and squeezed the petticoat and put it down for drying. I was terribly aroused seeing mom in towel from waist and blouse, I got more daring and thought whatever happens I should not loose this chance and said “mom you are an asthma patient why don’t you remove your blouse also otherwise you will catch cold and it will be a great problem”.“It is all because of you what if somebody comes here I am doing of shame”. Saying that she saw around and slowly.