"I heard you last night, but with the alchol fueling me i realised i didn't want to stop" She said going red in the cheeks."I wanted you to catch me, ...y pussy wasn't wet for him, it was wet for you".I just stared at her in awe, i couldn't believe the words coming out her mouth, but i was quickly brought back to reality when i felt her grab my cock and move it to her shaven wet pussy lips.She lowered herself upon me, my own mother had taken my virginty and if i'm honest it was better then i. ”“That seems about right. She’s been very cagey on that subject with Dad, but I told him that I suspected that she had fantasies about more than just four to six others and that I thought it might be many more.”We discussed the subject for a little longer but then got back to tonight’s apparel subject.I said, “I don’t really have anything skimpier than my narrow tube top and either a short skirt or those shorts, and I’ve worn all when Celeste was here. I’d be happy to hear suggestions.”“I’d. " That's what was bothering me. Was she serious? Or was it so obviously a joke that she didn't even feel the need to say "just kidding" because it was implied. Over time I became more and more convinced it was the latter. Even the word she used, "whoopee," helped confirm it was a joke. Not seriously anyway. It was a way of sanitizing it; she made a dirty joke without using a dirty word. That was all.But then it happened again. Maybe a week or two had passed and she checked on my status. "Still. This drove her wild! "Baby, don't tease me! I need that dick! Put it in me now!" How could I refuse? In one quick motion I plunged my rod into her warm honey hole. She let out a deep moan and moved her hips to meet my thrusts. We began to move in rhythm as I picked up the pace. "Yes! That's it baby! Deeper, baby deeper! Give mama that hard cock!"Becky's words spurred me to thrust my rod even faster in and out of her wet pussy. The muscles in her pussy started to contract and I could tell she.