Once he got into his favorite chair, he rarely left.Allison began to slowly stroke her son's penis as he held the bowl of ice cream under the head."Th...t's it, that's it, stroke my cock. Work that juice from my balls. I know you want my juice on your ice cream so you can eat it. You love my cum." Yes... I love your cum," Allison said with a now trembling voice.The nastiness of what they were doing brought Chris to a crisis quickly. He closed his eyes as his mother pumped his shaft until he was. They speak with either unfounded arrogance or are just loud-mouthed. Ben had, what? I guess it was a voice of confidence. There were those forearms. Strong arms poking out of the rolled up French cuffs straining against the crowbar, forcing the machine he designed into place and commanding Bill and Diego what to do. I find myself blushing at the thought when I realize the men in this room fall short. Whatever, I tell myself. After this, I’ll call and politely cancel our date. Back in my car, I. "Mine!" Lifting her up and setting her on the flat top of the dresser, his whispered command sent shivers through her.God he's strong! Lifting her hands, she braced them against his rock hard shoulders.His hands squeezed her waist as he crowded even closer to her. She took a deep breath and let her hands slide down to his chest."Bas..." she started to protest as he dipped his head. Her eyes widened as her gaze locked with his. She could see the dark desire she now realized he'd kept carefully. ’ ‘I think I’d make a good lesbian. I like making you cum with my fingers and my tongue.’ That was true too. One of the great joys of making love with Margaret was to see her lying on her back with her legs apart and pulled up against her chest to display her parted sex. I was blissfully happy to lick and nibble and nip and suck on her labia, bury my tongue deep in her pussy and alternate between gently flicks and firm rasps across her clit. ‘Would you really make love with a woman while I.