Leaning down, I kissed the tip of his cock, letting my tongue lick it slightly as I did, while still stroking it up and down in my hands. I looked up ...t him and smiled as I continued to kiss his cock. I started kissing the shaft, top to bottom, one side after another and his breath became very heavy and exaggerated. He watched intently as my tongue licked his cock's tender underside and upon reaching the top, I swirled my tongue around the fleshy mushroom head."Do you like this," I whispered. She was mute, and he, taciturn by nature and not quite sure as to how much she heard or cared to hear, spoke little to her, but even without words he understood her competence in these matters, and learned to rely on it. Still, when she showed him food that he didn’t know, he waited until she ate from it before he did.Occasionally he still went into villages, to buy with his dwindling stock of coins food that he missed — cured meat, sausages, bread, and sweet cakes made from dough and honey. He. She cleaned herself and now it was my turn to return the favor. She was just uncontrollable as if she didn’t have fun since long. I just put my tongue between her legs and started licking her. She screamed out of pleasure and pushed my face deep inside.The more she was moaning the more it was exciting me. After some pleasure, I shifted to her navel and started kissing her all over. My finger was doing the magic and I was finger fucking her. She was about to cum and I was pushing it hard-hitting. Very smooth skin. At the age of 48 this smoothness is highly impossible. Nice cleavage. My mom noticed me that I am staring at her. She asked me ‘what are you looking at, I fed you the same way I do now, my pyare rinku beta..’. I got tensed. The suckling sound made by my sis made me nervous. My dick started to get live. I just laughed at mom to make the situation ease and asked ‘ how this milk tastes’. As soon as I asked only I felt that I asked a wrong question, but my mom didn’t show any.