Her wet makes her cunt shine. She's a promise to your lips parched by a sudden, raging thirst for her whole. You crawl miserably, ripping your clothes...off as you scale between her legs.She tastes like nothing else. Something no memory could retain and no poet ever evoke. Like nectar and ambrosia. Like an oasis in the Sahara. Like a wish for a dead man. With a despair that has no time for playful licks, your tongue reaches for her deepest. Your teeth rip hard against her pulsing clit. She. But not for Derek. Oh sure, he acted like he was embarrassed and threatened numerous ass kickings if they didn't stop talking about his mom, but inside, he loved it.At 38 she did look her age, but that didn't mean she didn't have a pretty face. Deep blue eyes, pouty lips, a cute smallish nose and some light wrinkles which Derek believed enhanced her MILFness. She wore light makeup; foundation, eyeliner, silver hoop earrings about the size of a quarter, and occasionally light red lipstick. She. Her face was quite pretty and she had a very nice figure with a nice, trim shape.Mrs. Thomson and Ms. Lanier were my two favorite-looking teachers and my grandmother resembled Mrs. Thompson quite a lot. Their figures were very similar, all curves and full-breasted. I also had several friends whose moms I paid close attention to, my favorite MILFS, one, Andy Rhine's mom, she was really nice. I'd seen her in a short skirt once and that was the day that I became a 'leg-man, ' for sure.So, not. John seemed to find it all highly amusing, with the occasional burst of laughter coming from him but I have to say I was finding the stories in particular a bit of a turn on and soon had a serious hard on in my jeans. "Sorry" I said "but I have to do something about this", loosened my belt, pulled down my jeans and y-fronts thus exposing my cock and began pulling on it with relish."What the fuck!" Yelled John. But I didn't care, I was blinded by lust and just wanted to unload my balls there and.