.. She quickly and adeptly dropped her slacks and panties, sat down on the toilet seat, and "tinkled". I crouched onto my knees and moved my face as c...ose as I could between her legs!As she reached for the toilet paper roll with an impatient look on her face I flicked my tongue and asked "Let me lick you dry, not mother?" Even though she was clearly irritated, she humored me. She spread her legs and stated "Go ahead"... A quick stabbing lick between her labia instantly flashed the salty, sour. ‘Yes, of course I do.’She looked puzzled and confused.‘So why – why did you agree when I said I wanted to spank you?’I was silent, and she looked at me thoughtfully. Then, all of a sudden, a light seemed to go off in her head.‘Do you – do you want me to spank you, Judy – is that it?’I blushed an even deeper red, and took more refuge with my feet. I was also very aware that It was the first time she’d used my name. My proper name, rather than a nick-name. It felt very intimate – and very. He pumped in and out of her, driving his rod deeper and deeper in her. She clawed into his back, telling him how big and thick he was. It made him hotter, and he fucked her fast, hearing the smack of their skin while he plowed and pounded her petite pussy senseless. He pulled out and turned her around, pressing her face into the counter. Joe rubbed her perfect ass, smacking it hard and watching it shake just the way he loved. He drove into her again, and pulled her hair. He was grabbing one of. "What's the matter young Victor? Has a pussy got your tongue?" Ur, no!" he answered, not knowing what else to say to the woman who was no longer drunk, but very much alert and totally aware of what she was saying and doing. "Then, what is it, Victor? Is it my pussy that has you without words? Am I showing you too much of it?" she asked before bringing her legs back together at the knees, concealing every last bit of her tasty goodies. “There! Better now?” Vic shook his head. “Hell, no! .