My testicles slapped against her buttocks as I worked my cock in and out of her warm and very moist little love box. She let out a grunt with each of ...y pushes. Her hands gripped the sides of the table.“Give it to me,” she cried out between guttural grunts.I open-palm slapped her ass and she suddenly, without any warning, she cut loose with a flood of bodily fluids. I couldn’t hold anything back at this point. I could feel my spurts going deep inside of her. I dug my fingers into her bare. “Don’t even start.” He mocked. “I’m just checking it out.”“You shouldn’t be fingering my behind!” The digit twisted and bent inside of me. It felt weird, like a doctor’s finger. What was he trying?It withdrew. “Good.” He claimed. Immediately a bigger object presented itself. It had even more grease on it. It was his cock. The soft, large head couldn’t be mistaken for a swollen thumb or fat silicone.“Andy! Think about this. Anal sex with your mother is worse than raping my mouth. I shouldn’t. It was obvious to her where he was headed. Just thinking of his touching her there with his lips and tongue brought her sex fluids flooding up.He continued to move down her body, kissing slowly, covering her taut abdomen with light, feathery kisses, until he reached the musky, scent-laden hair at the junction of her thighs. He skipped over her snatch to work down one leg, kissing its sweet inner flesh for several moments. Debbie's legs opened to him, enabling his head to reach the soft flesh. Fortunately I broke the kiss off before I let myself go further, though I did manage to get another date with Rick. In fact, he practically begged me for one. In the next two weeks, Rick and I went out several times. To theopera, to dinner, and even for a day sailing. In that time, we never went further than a passionate kiss, and a little touching, which obviously frustrated Rick, who wanted in my pants so badly that he could taste it. Or at least he wanted to taste it, if I'd let him..