She told me she lives there with her dad and stepmom and said I thought she couldn't be your mum as she could only be late 20s early 30s she told me a...it about them and uni and stuff I was clearly eyeing her up as she was sat opposite so when I went to get two more beers I had a little pull on my cock to get a semi and pulled the shorts abit tighter and when I returned it was clearly visable as she was staring and actually licked her lips as I held the beers at cock highly she looked and reach. Rubbing her pussy and asshole. She then makes her way down to my cock with her head joining her hands. She takes my hard cock in her mouth getting it wet slowly, licking it all over. She then begins a rhythm slow and steady, slightly sucking my cock and playing with my big watermelons as she calls them. It's the same blow job she's given me many, many times before and it's always good but somehow this time something is different in the way it feels to me. And much to my surprise and extreme. Her eyes screamed triumph. She bobbed a few times before pulling back, suckling the head like a blow pop. Then she slowly rose to her feet, wet tongue leaving a trail of saliva as she traced her way along the length of my shaft, up to and into my bellybutton, pushing up my shirt as she went. I didn’t see the knife again until it was too late. She grabbed a first full of my shirt, cutting away the cloth with a quick downward jab, luckily or skillfully avoiding any flesh. She squared her feet,. ‘Anything else that’s different?’ he said hoarsely. He didn’t know how much more of this he could stand. To his relief she put her hands back on his torso. Then she tormented him by feeling down his stomach, touching every ridge of muscle on the way. He sucked in his breath and she hummed in appreciation. ‘I had no idea that a man’s belly looked like this,’ she said. She tested his navel, marvelling at how small it was, then moved to explore the angle between his hip bones and his stomach. He.