He should have known better. Being a tactician was one of Juliana’s professional talents as was the ability to think and react on the fly. All Robe...t wanted to do now was linger under the jets of hot water to clean and revive himself and then make long, slow love to his Juliana. He wanted to hold her and kiss her and caress her and demonstrate that he adored her. No less than she deserves, he thought. Juliana was coming out of the shower as Robert walked into the bathroom. She stared at his. Did they not do it before they got hitched?The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to show her mine. Each time, I reprimanded myself.How ludicrous. Did I think I was living in the theater of the absurd?Did I seriously think her reaction would be anything other than outrage? Get a grip.But each time, my admonition was less severe until a gentle chiding was the order of the day.I got hard every time I imagined myself displaying my wares to Mom. I created many scenarios n my mind, some. ”“Yeah,” Mom nodded. “Oh, Leyla, you little slut! I know what you're doing!”“I'm eating your pussy!” I said with complete innocence.“You are,” she moaned, staring down at me with such hot eyes. “Lick out every drop of cum, you fucking slut. Eat it. Clean me up! Ooh, yes, dig that tongue into my snatch. Yes, as deep as you can go, you nasty whore!”I plunged my tongue so deep into her sloppy pussy. There was so much jizz in her. My own pussy clenched. I wiggled and squirmed, licking and lapping. He plumbed the depths of her fluctuating snatch and sucked on her; his mother's thighs clamped his head harder, and Jerry felt her roll her upper body toward him, felt her flngers digging into his hair as she tried to shove his entire head up into her inflamed pussy.Clinging to the writhing cheeks of her maddened ass, he ate blissfully, sucked happily, plunging his tongue in and out and circling it around. She thrust strongly against him, smearing her hot juices over his cheeks and chin,.