I had spent many years ever since eighth grade purchasing skin mags and of course no man ever throws them away. Looking back now, I know my mother kne... they were there. I also know that throughout high school she always knew what I was doing with them. In fact, I think that’s why perhaps those last days I was at home ended up being as special as they were.I remember the day it started. I actually came home from work early. Coincidentally, my mom had been running late and therefore, so was. It was fantastic, soft, warm, and wet. He just held me between his lips as his tongue worked up and down my shaft and I was struggling to control myself.He was working my cock slowly between his lips, all the way down my shaft, slowly teasing me and back up again. I had never had a blow job like it. His hands cupped my balls, teasing them between his fingers. He worked the head of my cock with his tongue, licking the pre cum off it delicately, savouring the taste as he then lowered his mouth. She had a very thin, closely cropped strip of curly black pubic hair that pointed the way to her love box.I slipped a lone finger down to the slit between her legs. She was already wet.I unfastened my belt and stripped out of my trousers. My erection pressed hard against my satin briefs. Tasha grabbed the outline of my erection and squeezed it. She pushed her fingers in past the elastic of my briefs and felt for her prize. In an instant, I was just as naked as she was.I sat on the couch and. Tell me what you want to do!” “I want to give a blowjob, suck a cock.”“Tell me what you are going to do. Say it!”“I’m going to suck a cock tonight.”“Are you going to be a cocksucker? Tell me you are going to be a cocksucker and that I can call you a cocksucker.”“YES, I’m going to be a cocksucker, you can call me that.”“OK, cocksucker, let’s go in there and find you a cock to suck.”We got out of the car and you could see my hard on in my pants and we both obviously had on black bras under our.