When I was silent, baffled she hissed in frustration. “Tell me about fucking my mother, tell me how I do better!” This was kind of weird, but I am...okay with weird, there was little in the way of sanity in her face, just lust and greed. “You are doing better,” I told her. “Your mother just lay there and let me do all the work.” Lisa groaned, her eyes rolled, her cunt was gripping me like a pair of pliers. “More! Tell me more!” She gasped. “Her cunt is nice and juicy,” I breathed in her ear. “But. " I'm not..." I sputtered."The Hell you aren't!" Betty argued. "How often do you get laid?" Very seldom," I told her. "Oh, a couple of women have told me I was something, but I figure they were just trying to latch onto me. Bar flies are easier to catch, but they don't share my interests. They all seem to have issues, and..."Betty shook her head. "There are a lot of stupid, deprived women in the world, the way I hear it. Some woman should have scooped you up a long time ago -- except, if you. I had my tongue now deeper inside of her. She put her hands on my head, thus keeping my nose right on her clit. Her breathing was rapid, then would stop, then would start up again with a vengeance. I heard her moan, "Oh my fucking God!"I moved closer to her then, now on my knees. I pushed her thighs apart with my forearms and used my hands to spread her cunt lips wide open. The room lights reflected off the juicy tender reddened flesh inside. I opened my mouth and put it over her clit and. ..We carried on messing about and Mel kept pulling the front of my shorts out and pouring water over my cock, I have to say i did actually enjoy it as it meant she got a great view of my very hard little prick...and sometimes when she grabbed at my shorts she touched it...those days just smelling a girl my cock was rigid...I remember going off to the woods with Tracey and exposing ourselves to each other...those were the days..Tracey would call round asking if I wanted to go over the field to.