She placed her palms flat on the grass at her hips, humping up and down as her son began thrusting his cock into her cunt."Oooo, baby." she whimpered....Oh, Mom!" Donny groaned.Marilyn churned her cunt about as his balls banged upon her ass, thrilling her again. She clawed her fingers into the grass as the sensations of ecstasy ignited and soon began to roar through her. It seemed to Marilyn that Donny's cock went deeper and filled her cunt more than it had earlier in the day. Her cunt was so wet. I said so, didn’t I!’ ‘No. No, that’s not and ant bite. That’s my…’ ‘What? You’re what?’ ‘My-my clitoris!’ she blurted. ‘You’re cli-to-ris?’ I asked. ‘Yes.’ ‘Oh. You pee there?’ ‘No stupid!’ now she laughed. ‘I don’t pee there! That’s… That’s were I feel good.’ ‘Feel good?’ ‘Yes. You know when…’ ‘When?’ ‘Listen. Have you masturbated?’ ‘Mom!’ ‘Never mind. That’s what make me feel good when I… rub on it.’ ‘Like this?’ I asked and gave it a rather rough rub. ‘Y-y-es,’ she said as if she spoke with. You decide on a salad again. I order some kind of chicken dish. I also order a bottle of Zinfadel to go with our dinner. You order another drink and the waiter scurries away. We begin chatting as we did at lunch, revealing things about ourselves that we probably wouldn’t otherwise. The wine arrives soon followed by our food. As you eat your salad, dressing gets caught on the corner of your mouth. Waiting to be sure that I’m watching, you flick your tongue out and remove it. That’s it, you. ” “I am not a whore”, said Louise taking cheek. “Ain’t you?” said Camille, “I don’t know that.” “Say I am a whore, and I’ll hit you”, said Louise going up to her. “Have it out by yourselves, I am not going to stop for a row”, said I, “Camille be good to the girl.” “If I had not brought her from France she would not be what she is.” What was I going to do with her? “Nothing.” Then the sooner Louise went out the better.”Louise sat down, and began silently crying. I hate to see a woman cry, and.