" Fuck i need this so bad" She grabbed my cock and took my cock in her mouth and buried her had in her bottoms. "mmm, mhm" she moaned as she sucked on...my cock while pleasuring herself. "My fucking husband deserves this after he used all his pills to fuck whatever whores he gets with, and my aching pussy deserves more than his 5 inch dick that he can't satisfy anything with besides himself" she said as her dark eyes peered into mine and her hand stroked my cock. Her thick glossy lips plunged. She put her purse down on the nearby chair and smiled at me."Do you really think I look good?" she asked as she slowly twirled around."Oh, you look far better than good," I answered, "you are a knock-out." I'm glad you like it," she replied with a big smile.She came to me and put her hands on my shoulders, sliding them behind my neck, and pressed herself into me. I looked down as she raised her lips to meet mine and we shared a quick kiss. "Remember when you said if I ever needed anything to. " I like the third kind best!"She gave me a sexy smile. After a few more dances, she said, "I'm feeling better now, Derrick. Thanks for a nice break."While we prepared for bed, she asked with a tease, "You like your cousin?" Sharon is smart, cool, and pretty and yes, I do like her." Was she good?"I was embarrassed. How did she know? How do I have this conversation with my mother? Just tell the truth. Saves trouble later. "Yes, Mom, she was. We had a wonderful time. She stayed with me. I'll go. To me, it was pure and sweet torture of a sort. My first hard-ons were caused by her. I don’t know how many gallons of cum I shot in the middle of the night with Aaliya as the star in one of my frequent, vivid wet-dreams. Dreaming about her wasn’t all that I did. I lusted after her all day and not just in my heart, either. It started slowly. I would catch a quick glimpse of her comingfrom the shower; the damp, tight towel wrapped around Aaliya’s sweet, young body, only further emphasizing her.