If I demanded honesty from Paula, how could I demand anything less from myself? I pondered this question across the vast farmland of Illinois. As the ...ights of Milwaukee appeared reflected off the overcast sky, came into view I made my decision.I applied for and got a transfer to Colorado Springs. Paula and I parted as friends. We promised to keep in touch but without much conviction on either of our parts. I drove across Wisconsin toward Sioux Falls, South Dakota then turned south. I spent the. His mouth opened in amazement, then before she could grab her clothes and run off with embarrassment, his fingers shot out and gripped the bloated nubs. “They are magnificent”, he said “wonderful, lovely and so different from my dear mother’s…!” Until then his mothers involvement with her son had never been mentioned , or had even crossed Bettys mind before… but how would a boy know without seeing his mother undressed… she hesitated, he liked her breasts it was obvious, she had been worried he. The pursuit of her clit is never-ending. As I hear her “Ahhh, Ahhh, Ahhh” and her body start to stiffen I let my nails sink ever so slightly into her ass. I feel the cum begin to ooze and dribble out of her and I don’t want to miss a drop of it. My tongue goes into over drive lapping and sucking, fucking her with my tongue. With her most urgent need satisfied, she leans forward to where I can no longer reach her pussy with my mouth. I can see her wet hole open and needing to be filled. This. She could feel him slowly press inch after inch inside. Reaching between her legs, she slid her finger between her smooth outer lips to find the clit hidden deep inside. Already slick with lube, her fingers began to tease herself in time with his long, slow strokes.She was delighted with this evening's pick: he was clearly an anal connoisseur. Starting slow, he moved gently a little farther in with each stroke, and then almost all the way back out: adding lube on each stroke until everything.