Heather writhed and twisted under his assault–half to get away from the incessant, tormenting tongue and half to get it to places she needed it to b.... They both knew that Heather wouldn't last long at this rate. She could feel her lust growing now to a raging inferno and he could tell by her moans and trembles that she was fast approaching the boiling point. It wouldn't take much more for her passion to spill out like a pot of water left to boil over.He was determined now to see that that. Then, trying to sound innocent as possible, I say to Cindy, "so you guys want to come over and chat? or something?"I add that I can't sleep and there is nothing to do.They look at each other and Mary shrugs her shoulder, as if to say, whatever. So they agree. So we go back to my place and I close the door and engage both locks like I always do.I invite them to take a seat in the living room while I grab a round of sodas. After a few awkward minutes of silence, I suggest we play a game of "Truth. The door came completely off, and he grunted as he landed on top of it awkwardly Mario scrambled back to his feet, swaying like he was on a rocking boat as he looked around, but he couldn't seein the gloom of the darkened room. He knew that she was in here, and there weren't exactly a lot of places to hide. She had to either be under the bed, or in the closet. "I know you're here," he taunted as he serched for the lightswitch. "I can smell your fear you little bitch!" Light flooded the room,. Mom turned around to face me and stroked my hard on a few times. Her hand on it felt exquisite."Well, maybe I should take my bra off," she said, and with that she put her hand behind her and unclasped it.Mom's glorious, large boobs came into full view. She then knelt down in front of me, her back against the sofa chair for support and said, "Try fucking my tits, that might do it."Fuck! Hearing her talk like that was a real turn on!Mom held up her tits for me, so that I could rub my cock between.