”“You…you…record what I said?” She yelled,”Give me that god damn tape recorder!”She grabbed for the recorder...but I held it out of her reach.“Mom needs to hear this.” I said.“You can’t! You can’t do that!”She said desperately repeatedly trying to grab the recorder.“You know how you can get it.” I said.“I’m never going to fuck you!” She yelled.“Ok.” I jumped to my feet and. I didn’t believe them.He chuckled and then called some other guys to confirm. There was lots of cruising. Lots of open sex discussion. “Are you a top or bottom?” (vers to bottom) “Do you fist/get fisted?” (I have fisted and am open to getting fisted) “Do you play in threesomes or groups!” (yeah!) “What kind of porn do you like?” (ruff, leather, raw, wild!” “Do you have any fetishes?” (Spandex, jock gear/underwear, public, leather, and cum). I answered all their questions, but got a little. Taking small bites up her thighs, he moved slowly up, shifting her legs a little wider. When he licked her intimate folds, she cried out softly. He spread them with his thumbs and brushed his tongue against her, tasting her sweet and musky flavor. He couldn’t get enough. He flicked his thumb over her clit and he could hear her husky breaths. He knew she would come soon, he slid his fingers deep in her and she gave a guttural moan. He thrust his fingers in and out of her, his other hand circling. ‘Oooo, that feels even better. I really like what you’re doing, and I can feel my pussy starting to drip.’ I really liked it too, as I changed back and forth, making love with both her breasts and smelling the juices trickling from Ruthie’s pussy. Since I had always neglected them in the past, I wanted to make up for it, but her whole body was writhing and her juices were flowing more strongly so I moved on. This was hardly a sacrifice because I truly love eating Ruthie’s pussy but, in the.