Want to gag. Want to spit him from my mouth. Spit that decaying skin across his youthful, sneering face.“All of it bitch … c’mon swallow all of ...t.” His fingers are tangling in my hair pressing me down. Nose pushing into abrasive tangles of pubic foliage, chin banging into the warm lightly wisped soft sacs, hairs in my mouth, catching in the back of my throat, head bobbing endlessly up and down as the hateful muscle grows beneath my ministrations. It’s nudging at the entrance to my throat,. The garter slid higher, and soon reached my knee. Carlos seemed to stop, unsure of what he was supposed to do. I called him softly: “Come on, boy, you know it goes higher than that..." The hesitation only lasted a short moment. His hands moved the garter up, as I continued to pull the wedding dress skirt up higher. He gasped softly, as the white garter belt straps were revealed. I knew he could smell my pussy now, and thought his heart would burst out of his chest. His hands stopped when the. He got on top of me. I got the jitters in my tummy and pussy. He put his hands on the sides of my head and started rubbing my head. He whispered: (..This ought to make that headache feel better. ) I put my arms around his back. He was so warm. Now I felt his big boner on my pussy&hellip,..thats what I wanted. I felt his warm breath on my neck, along with a continuous tingling in my pussy. I wanted to give him better and bigger boners than mom. I created his boner and it was for me. I was. Like when she would go out to lunch with her friends or when she would go shopping. I would even sneak into places she would go to for lunch when she was at work. I found that the only time she flashed anyone was when she was with me. I didn't understand this behavior but it made me feel better to know she wasn't flashing all the time.A few weeks ago we both had a lot of errands to run so we arranged to meet for lunch at a restaurant we hadn't been to before. I got there a few minutes before.