Then her top came off and she slid her beach skirt and thong down and off.She crawled her nude form over his wanting to feel as much of him against he... as she could. Wads of cum leaked from her, but she paid no attention.Dionn once again began to well up with tears."I'm sorry for being such a weenie and crying so much but I just can't get over what a jerk and asshole I've been. I JUST GOT IT that sex is not a game but an expression of feelings. I knew you loved me, but what you just did. Well, okay, when I was eighteen, I was sneaking girls away at parties to eat their pussies. I had a night where my jaw had gotten sore from all the cunt I'd eaten.“Fine, fine,” I said. “Now, since you like the scent of pussy so much, suck our mother's juices off my cock.”“Ooh, yes!” Sasha gasped and darted to me, her round tits bouncing. Her blue eyes sparkled with incestuous lust.Our mother's tongue danced around my asshole. My pussy clenched. The ache in my girl-balls swelled. My little. Her breasts were small but perfectly proportioned for her pixie-like body: conical peaks and perfect nipples outlined in the soft cotton. Her skin was lightly tanned and I could see faint tan lines.She looked at me and pointed at the wedding ring I wore on a gold chain around my neck, and then my iPad propped up on the bedside cabinet.She asked, “Are you married or something?” There was a hint of disappointment in her voice.The tone of her questions somewhat surprised me, and then I realized. He never was one to let on just how much he wanted her comfort. Always the tough guy, but she knew. It was one of their unspoken understandings. As she held him, she ran her fingers through his hair. He began to realize the texture of the fabric under his cheek was not smooth, and began to slightly rub his face against it. She shivered, as the sensation caused her nipple to harden and poke through the gaps in the lace of her dress. He had been gradually waking more and more, coming to fruition.