So, we started talking. This time, I asked her –Me: Mom, how often dad fucks you?At first, she hesitated, but then she said –Mom: Once in a month ...r two.I was shocked to hear this. Then I asked her –Me: Why?Mom: You know your dad is busy and when he is free, he drinks. So, he doesn’t have time to pleasure me.Me: Then how do you get satisfied?Mom: Nothing, I sacrifice my desires whenever I feel low.Then I grabbed some courage and asked her –Me: Can I satisfy you?She said: If anyone comes to. "Oh, golly!" she gasped, pushing her pussy forward some more. "You'll drive me crazy with that giant tongue!"Her sweet voice, soothing and friendly to a domestic animal, encouraged King to lick the hell out of her pussy.He pressed forward as far as he could and his big nose squashed her quivery little clit as his huge tongue sloshed and slurped at her pussy.Cindy saw stars right away. Thrills and chills passed through her curvy young body as King laved her cunt. The more pussy-juice he tasted,. ‘Pretty much’, I replied. ‘If nothing else, it’s peaceful there and a poor man can be free from worry or want, for at least a little while, until he takes his final rest. I think I’ve looked all my life for a place very much like it, but now that I’m older and tired I think I’ll just settle for now a place where I can rest my head in peace each night without fear that some stranger will beat my head in with a piece of pipe just to take my shoes. And if the place just happens to have a crystal. I unzipped the dress, but it was awkward. So I moved my hips forward. “Sit on my lap.” She did, sideways. “Straddle me,” I instructed her.“I don’t think my dress...”“It is a bit of trouble,” I chuckled. “Stand and turn around.” She did and I unzipped the dress. Pulled it down and she stepped out of it, immediately draping it over the seat she once occupied. It revealed a soft, pale abdomen, but not fat. And more armor. Like wired support for her white bra. And pantyhose. I sighed.I looked into.