" Don't you like deep throat?" she asked after removing my cock from her mouth."Yes, I do, but that is not all I like. I like gentle licking, I like s...cking, I like fondling. Just like slamming my cock into you isn't the only way to make me feel good." Slamming your cock into me makes me feel pretty good," she said with a smile."Yes, but I'll bet this does, too," I said, and I grabbed her and flipped her, dropping my head between her legs and slurping at her pussy."Oh, God, it does!" she. Getting physical with my teacher in college, and then with my distant relative, who lived in the same city I studied in, made me feel like a champion. Mature women were my trophy.Despite all these, and opportunities for more sex, I continued to lust for my mother. My thoughts were always filled with her, and in my mind, she was always naked. Every scenario I imagined my mother in, she would be naked. Whether it was buying grocery at the supermarket, driving her car, cooking in the kitchen, or. He let out a low growl, head turning to the left.“Better get your cunts juicy, ladies,” Aingeal said, her hands shooting down to her hairless pussy. She rubbed her fingers up and down her juicy snatch, her big breasts jiggling, the gold rings catching the varied-hued moonlight streaming down around us. She whimpered, wings fluttering. “They’re coming.”I just let out a groan. Our plan was so perfect. We just had to get past these stupid feyhounds. “Why, Rithi?” I prayed to my Goddess. “Do you. The two men spent the rest of the evening discussing what had to be done. Bill agreed to call a realtor and put the bar and the house up for sale. A week later it sold to an out of town buyer, a group from the Philadelphia area.Percy smiled when he learned that.It took about a month to finish up all the details of the sale. But Percy found himself on a private jet with Bill. This time they flew to Toronto before sneaking on another private jet to Switzerland and the private landing strip for.