He cooperated in giving his tounge and I sucked it forcefully. I opend his zip and get his donky lund in my hand and pressed slowly and also moved my ...and up and down so that his uncut skin coming up and down. There was wet in side his skin and after rubbing for certain time I smelled it keeping my hand before nose. Wow!On smelling it my small cock erected and I had taken his hand in my hand and kept it on my cock. He too started pressing my dick. I was kissing on his face, and rubbing his cock. I'd watch her crawl erotically around in the grass and dirt always hoping for the brief flash of cleavage or the chance to see her sexy bare legs, when her shirt or skirt would climb up. It didn't take much of her to excite my imagination and send my imagination into sexual fantasies. I spent a lot of time stroking my cock to her, and hoping she never saw me, especially when I came. More exciting still were the times she would visit my mom (to chat and gossip). I always figured out some. And because I really loved her and desired her I never told her that I am a lesbian, and we always talked about boys and sex, because I really felt horny and somehow satisfied only by listening to her talking about sex. My dad is a flight attainder and he always gone for days and sometimes weeks, and me and mom always alone at home, so I will take any chance just to touch her, hug her and kiss her on the cheeks. This happened when I was 17 years old; she was maybe on her early forties. It was. Sometimes I changed the dials and directed the deep, slow throbs of pain at her nipples and sent the stinging stabs of pain to her vagina. Then I switched. But I was careful never to move the knob above 7. I wanted to dominate her. I wanted to exhaust her. I wanted to thrill her. But I did not want to terrify her. Soon she betrayed all the signs of a woman having an intense sexual experience. Even with her shoulders cruelly bound to the cross, Claire’s luscious thighs trembled, her.