After a few seconds I realised that this older superficial whore had a lot of talent. She was a better cock sucker than my Mother.I started to slowly ...ace fuck her. I held her hair, and forced my cock in deeper each time. But she just moaned in sexy appreciation of this. Eventually I was ramming her throat as she gagged and spat, all the time fingering her pussy with abandon. 'OH God yeah you young stud. Face fuck me like a whore!'. Music to my ears.I lifted her up and kissed her deep. This. The shirts she wore always showed off her perky b cups, either torn and revealing a bit of the bra or the neck was wide enough to show the strap. I love the way she smiles at me, without saying a word, just watching. I love the way she shuts her big, grey eyes tight as I push inside her; the way her glossed lips part to let a cry out. We've been together for a year; each the others first sexual experience. We couldn't get enough of learning and teaching each other new things our friends told. Not many ... but not zero either. I’m sure we’ll see one or two before the day is out” said Gemma.Before Keith could think of anything else to say Gemma asked another question and one that made Keith blush just a little bit.“And how was that Georgie woman last night?” Gemma asked as she gave Keith a very telling little wink of the eye. “Is she as good at suckin’ dick as they all say she is?”Gemma was not only looking at Keith as she asked this question but at her dad as well.Keith looked out. She smiled as she took the lid off the jar of mustard and poked a finger in, the bright yellow condiment contrasting with the cherry red of her nail polish. She smirked as she wrapped her tongue around her erect finger, tasting the sharpness of the substance."It's nothing like as hot as English mustard of course, but I find its application to sensitive parts is quite satisfactory for the purpose. You'll find it sweetly irritating as you can't wipe it away, and I so love the taste, so I hope you.