"No, no, you mustn't," her tears starting to run down her face.Although her thighs were clamped tight I managed to force my middle finger into her hot...and very wet pussy."No, oh no, please," she said very quietly now, almost a whisper, her hips moving against my hand to increase the friction. Then suddenly she stopped moving and a soft cry left her lips, she had come. I let go of her wrists and removed my finger from her knickers. Instantly she rolled into a foetal ball and cried. I looked down. I sniff Mom's panties while I'm jerking off but I try to avoid getting my cum on them. I usually catch it in my hand and lick it dry. Tastes OK. I don't think that she knows what I do with her panties. I hope not. I mean, seeing what she does with Dad, she seems pretty cool with anything, but still, I'd be very, very embarrassed.LINDAI reached behind Ken and yanked off his robe."Sit on the edge, Ken. I'm gonna give you the blow job of your life." I'm too tired, Linda. I'm not even hard." He. At first, she hadn’t thought too much about it, only that it felt nice. After all, it wasn’t so unusual for a seamstress to poke and prod here and there. And yet, the poking and prodding felt rather intimate at times and soon, she was beginning to feel what best might be described as ‘hot and bothered’.“Look at her blushing.”“And her nipples. Oh, they’re swelling into sharp little points.”“And I dare say that I detect a glistening wetness between her thighs.”They giggled again as Alice felt her. Stepping behind her, I enjoyed the shape of her body as my lips kisses her shoulders and back. My hands were teasing and playing with her nipples as my lips neared her ass. She had parted her legs and my fingers soon met up with my tongue at her crotch as my tongue licked at her wet pussy and my fingers found her clit.She quickly had several orgasms after I had contorted myself to get my head between her thighs with my mouth against her pink heaven. Holding her hips and waist to aid me in.