But this time it was my lips taking the bruising, and I liked it, no I loved it. It was different this time, it fired me, made me feel nasty and needy...as I swabbed my tongue tip across Liz's clitoris before pushing it into her urethra. Liz wasn't like any woman I'd known before and somehow that made it special, made me want to be Liz's whore at that moment. The Brit was moaning now, head bent back, her breasts in her hands pulling upon her hard nipples, flushed as she pinched them hard enough. Salt coated her tongue and, though she swallowed desperately, she could not keep from dipping her saliva onto her folded arms. She stopped trying. She focused on the heat and the hardness of him fucking her throat, the control of his pace and his hand holding her still. She opened for him, aware of the ache in her pussy strengthening.At last and with an audible groan, he withdrew completely and wiped her lips with his open palm. Jade worked her jaw, grateful for the chance but missing the feel. It was enough for Janet to pick up on a rhythm, and her hips responded in perfect syncopation. Just as she settled into a tempo, Lila drew another slow, lingering lick through the length of her velvet wetness. Neither woman counted out loud, and Janet seemed have lost the power of speech, only able to exhale and wheeze. Somewhere between twenty-eight and thirty-three, Lila changed her pattern of licks. There was more mouth involved, more sucking, and every so often she pulled at Janet's labia,. He was not aware that his mother had been watching him beat-off. Apparently making her horny resulting in her masturbating. Martha began exposing her breast to him in various ways. She would let her robe fall open; wear a see-through blouse with no bra or let him see her in her thin nightie. On occasion, after a shower, she would walk from the bathroom with nothing covering her tits. He explained that she had very big tits with large dark areolas and nipples. Martha was clearly sending her son.