Alicia made a tight ring of her lips. She kept her tongue churning. She thrilled to the feel of Ricky's veiny fuckrod-sliding back and forth between...her lips. Despite his lack of hair, his groin exuded a faint sex-scent, an aroma that Alicia enjoyed. "Keep licking!" Ricky moaned, pumping his cock in and out. "Ohhh, keep sucking! Oh Mom, suck!" Alicia played with her boy's balls, sucking hard on his prick. She sucked rhythmically, lapping circles along the underside of her son's. Once again hoping a bank shot would save her, she checked, and shot, and missed, all in the span of a few seconds. He smirked again, irritating her. ‘Fine then. Shoot,’ she said, her temper flaring. He nodded in acquiescence, saying, ‘Time enough for you to follow my orders later.’ She glared at him. He smirked. Stepping to the table, he stared at the cue, then at some other ball. He seemed to be concentrating quite hard. A quick glance at the bank then at some such pocket. A smooth, quick. Such erotic idea had made me to have the best hard on ever , as thinking in the next contact with some buttocks here, and I felt a sticky pre-cum… She rubbed, her asscheeks against my body; my hands had gotten from her waist where had been resting, up to her breasts from behind… shed closed he eyes, sighed, pointing at the bed and said: “Oh, I like you, Marcos. This is the bed I was talking to you about, the one where I’ve been dreaming of you.” I asked, still more aroused. She said these words and went to bathroom to fresh herself. After she came from the bathroom she asked me too to fresh up. By the time I came out of the bathroom she was changing her sari. I could see her from the mirror from where she could not notice me. I said I will get the dinner to the room and went outside by kissing her on the cheeks. I am not bothering about how she feels. At 9pm I came back to room with the dinner. She got little angry on me for being late. She had her dinner and.