When I slipped my fingers inside her pussy I felt the obvious presence of semen.As the realization of what all this meant was registering in my brain,...Christy began whispering again, "Can you fell the load of cum that Wendell left inside me? If you go down on my pussy now and clean me up with your mouth and tongue, I will tell you the details about how I got fucked by Wendell Bradley tonight."I was so horny I thought I would explode before I could hear Christy's story. I told Christy to stand. He was like the girl from the story. Claire licked and sucked on his neck, down his body. Played with his nipples sucking each one hard. She licked down his stomach and even further down his cock was twitching. She took no time in taking it in her mouth. She sucked and slurped. Licking the head, sucking and spitting on his shaft. She sucked on his balls like a baby sucking for milk. She forced him to turn around and get on his knees. "M-Mom what are you doin--" He couldn't finish. Claire was. Asked where was the car? I said that I had left it with her son, and she said that she thought I was on the street, and would wait for Maria, and that he said he was going out and she didn't expect anyone, she locked the room, but forgot about the kitchen, and that she wanted to relax a little, because every time she saw her c***dren with her boyfriends and girlfriends and she was getting crazy with lust, and that she was going to take advantage of the peace to enjoy a little, I told her that I. All Auria could do was imagine volcanic explosions and shooting stars dominated by gentle hot but cold winds of cosmic pleasures and wonders. Her body moved in rhythmic graceful unload and years wanton lust. Auria had to have closure as she laid gently down on the fur rug in front of the fire place next to the Christmas tree. The flames from the glowing coals danced a hypnotic choreograph akin to a gypsy camp fire. Her legs parted as he skilfully removed the skimpy g-string revealing an shaped.