She was laying on her back, arms over her head and legs slightly spread. Looking around, he saw that everyone was asleep. Gently, he unbuttoned her ...hirt, exposing her well rounded tits. She didn’t move. He began to knead them, rolling the nipples between his fingers. Leaning down, he took one his mouth and began sucking. Jon didn’t know it, but Chloe awoke to this, yet pretended to sleep. She lay there, feeling her pussy getting hot and wet. It was time for this boy to learn more. She. And then I got that letter from Mat today and he asks me, "Can you write while fucking?" Well, hell, the man is out of his mind. Father O'Brien told me a parishioner had asked him if it was all right to smoke while praying. "No," he said, "but it's OK to pray while smoking." Which isn't much to the point but it's funny. So I can't fuck while writing but maybe I can write while fucking except the fountain pen would probably leak and there's no way to get a keyboard in bed. Unless I got one of. On and on he went from one cheek to the other. He was slapping with his fingertips and then coming back and slapping on the backstroke as well. My ass was tingling and burning as I got what I wanted and needed but almost couldn’t take. As I started to reach my limit, I began to shake on the ground under him. I had my eyes wide open but could see nothing accept light coming through the fabric of my shirt. He slapped me a few more times and then pushed all his pressure down on my back, holding me. “Mmm, Christabella, honey, have you ever tried pussy?”“Of course not, Mom!” The girl’s voice was shrill. She backed away. “I’m not gay! I can’t believe you are. Does Dad know?”“He will.” Elouise pulled her mouth from my pussy while Mrs. Quick released my cock. “Now, honey, I know your father and I raised you to think lesbians were bad, but it’s really just the best.” To my delight, she rose naked and sauntered to her daughter, my pussy cream running down her chin. “It’s something every woman.