The thickness of the wall was perfect and allowed him total access to my boycunt up to the first curve. He was very talented and started to fuck me s...owly. I relaxed after the fourth or fifth stroke. It began to feel so good. I looked at myself getting fucked in the reflection relished how slutty I was. I touched my cock and slowly stroked it. He started to get faster and pumped me rhythmically. I began to moan as I watched myself getting fucked through the wall by an anonymous. "That too," Miranda replied pensively, "I meant with my Mom. She still wants to talk to you."Misty nodded, finding her breakfast far too distracting. "I'll admit your mom's a little intimidating," she said between bites, "But hey, fear is a weapon, right? And its best not to let yourself be its victim." My mom's not a ghost-type," Miranda laughed."Same principle," Misty shrugged, "I just have to be myself, and be confident. I've noticed something else too." Oh?" You and your mother are alike in. She wasted no time in showing me what she wanted by peeling of her tight dress exposing her firm breasts and shaved pussy to which she started to finger showing she was already wet. She leaned over and began unzipping my pants which is good as my cock was ready to burst out.She took my hard cock into her hand and immediately started to lick the tip removing the pre cum that was ready for her then took it all into her mouth. I moaned gently as she worked her soft hands up and down my hard shaft. My cock was swelling up and getting hard. She told me that I was to be her slave and do everything she commanded. I was ordered to take her bra off. I reached round and undid the clips and removed it for her. Her breasts were full and plump. These were the best tits I’d ever seen. My head dropped slightly and my lips went straight to her luscious nipples. A few lick and sucks of the first made it hard and protrude. Then I sucked, nibbled and licked the other. She started to make soft moaning.