.. With one finger she gathers your juices and reaches forward, inserting it into my mouth for me to taste. Both hands this time return to your ass to...play with your swollen, soaked pussy lips. Her fingers begin to trace up and down my cock as it slides in and out of you, a couple of her fingers slowly start to penetrate your already pulsating pussy... Your moans grow louder as the excitement builds, she's finger fucking you pussy and teasing your ass each time you thrust your body down onto my. "As he twisted to extinguish the night table lamp, I stood, lifted the blanket and slid into the bed next to my son's naked body. He inhaled but was otherwise quiet. We listened to the rain pounding on his window. In the gray darkness, I found his lips, kissing them gently but still not the way a mother should kiss."Touch my breasts, Ernie."I felt a hand tentatively moving against my blouse, heading toward my mammeries. His hands were surprisingly gentle for a football player. Did that mean he. I took down my current work and put up a blank canvas. After an hour I had the basics ruffed out on canvas but more importantly I had a better idea of what the finished painting would look like. It was of a woman in a long dress walking along a beach and holding a Victorian Lace Sun Parasol above her head and partially obscuring her face. She was barefoot and small waves would touch her feet and retreat.My mind was deep into the imagined thoughts of the model in the painting when an annoying. ..she was used to people adoring her breasts but it was thrilling to have someone in effect ignore her breasts in favour of her...well...her'self' she supposed.Their eyes drew them together and their lips touched again....he ran his tongue from the very corner of her mouth gently to her chin and down her neck.He gave her neck the tiniest nip and she thrilled from top to toe.He kissed down and along the swell of her breasts and gently kissed one nipple and then the other.She was feeling.