She was so wet and juicy that I could actually taste her nectar flowing from her as I lapped at the delicate, pink flesh. I found the swollen little n...b of her clitoris and flicked my tongue over it rapidly, she moaned and squirmed and gripped my hair, her back arched and she pushed herself into my face,"I'm coming, Danny." she gasped. "Oh my God, you're making me come, Danny, Danny."Her wetness was unbelievable, I could feel it on my face, I sucked her clitoris again and felt her pulling me. I felt his breath between my legs again, his long-wet tongue. He seemed to bury his muzzle right between my legs and I moaned. Frantic he lapped up all the juices that were flowing freely now. Every now and again the pressure of his tongue on my clit made me shudder. I was more than ready. I wanted it. In this state I even wanted to be fucked by a dog.“Mount.” The voice seemed to come out of nowhere. In an instant the dog mounted me. His cock jabbed at my cunt without entering. Without thinking. He was naked under the sheet, his lovely cock already hard, standing up from the base, his prick head smooth and moist. Peggy gazed with delighted hunger at her son’s cock and balls, her cunt twitching with an almost desperate desire to feel his prick penetrating the sensitive lips of her pussy. Her clit swelled and became intensely distended. She tightened her thighs, a soft mewl bubbling from her throat.She reached out and touched her son’s cock, tracing a finger down his taut skin, feeling. I lifted one finger to my lips and tasted it. With the residue of salt on my lips, I leaned back and shut my eyes. What would another woman taste like? I wondered. I imagined putting my hands on soft breasts, nipples asking to be mouthed, then stroking down along a rounded stomach, beside the dimple of the navel... Into the curve between strong thighs, my fingers surrounded by curling dark hair, into a familiar yet strange wetness and warmth, a body breathing and arching under my gestures. As.