I can’t tell if the sounds you’re making are sighs or giggles. I can’t tell how much of your ecstasy is real, and how much is put on to torture ...e, but slowly it subsides, and you hold me close, kissing me slowly and lovingly as your breathing steadies. Finally, you relax your grip and look down. My aching cock is still straining up. You see it, and smile. “I’m sorry, that was so cruel of me wasn’t it?” I don’t reply but my eyes are full of need. “I really should make you cum, shouldn’t I?”. And then with a cry she came on my cock, and began bucking beneath me as her orgasm hit.I held her hips keeping my cock buried deep inside of her, until finally she calmed down."oh fuck that was good!" she gasped, before looking over her shoulder at me."Now stick it in my ass!" she then said.So not wishing to miss an opportunity to ass fuck this hot thirty something redhead, I pulled out of her wet warm pussy, and then placed my wet hard cock against her ass hole, and with a steady thrust I. Don’t feel left out.’ He moved round to face her and she sucked his cock into her mouth eagerly. I pumped away feeling my balls tighten and my cock swell and harden as her muscles massaged me. The feeling was so novel and so delicious that I knew I wouldn’t last long. I didn’t. I buried myself up to the hilt in her and let rip a blast of cum into her innards. My knees buckled momentarily. When I softened and slipped out she said, ‘OK, Rahul, your turn now. Some girls like to clean up after each. Back then, Momma was Randall Lee Garrett who wouldlater become Randi Lee Garrett and marry Brock Peters, my Dad. Daddy wasan older man who took a fancy to Momma as she was working as a waitressat Captain's Wharf. Her uniform consisted of a white blouse with rufflesand black shorts with opaque black tights and matching shoes. The apronwas red and covered her chest, with a cute matching tiara.He treated her like a Princess and paid for her transition because eventhough her family accepted her, my.