I squirm with delight as you ram you tongue in and out of me. Your tongue probes deeper, spreading my outer lips as you lick and eat me all over. My w...tness dribbling down my thighs as you lick and taste me. I buck my hips against your face as your tongue rolls back and forth along my clit. I feel the sensations increase. I moan and cry out “that I am coming”. You don’t stop. I rock backward and forwards against the pressure of your tongue. I grip your shoulders as I feel my knees weaken. You. After a lengthy few seconds, I tore my eyes from his pleased face and looked down at my own chest. There above the thick sweatshirt I could see that my nipples were pressing aggressively so that they were plainly visible. My son appeared infatuated with my large heavy breasts and suddenly my knees felt weak.Seconds later the moment was broken and Gill said happily, "Your the best mom!" And then two thick strong arms wrapped about me and hugged me fiercely against him. Even as I realized he had. . well, at least, I should take care not to torture them or made them unhappy. But, I could help myself to them ... and get exactly the kinds of sex that I want.Roughly, I seized my sister by her curly red hair, and forced her head to tilt to the side. Katriana’s eyes went wide, not expecting this, and neither did the other two, judging by their gasps. I looked down at her imperiously and asked, “What happened to make my beloved sister such a cock-hungry slut? I thought you were better than. Sometimes, I devise an excuse about traffic and just plan on being late altogether. The process is very time-sensitive—I have exactly thirteen seconds after an orgasm to get up and shake it off before I get horny again. Thirteen seconds goes by pretty fast, so it’s a pretty demanding act, in terms of will. If procrasturbating were an Olympic sport, I’d be a fucking gold medalist. But like I said, I don’t need help—I’ve designed a system: I get ready an hour ahead of time so that I’m free to.