'Why that particular cock' I asked her, still a little bemused at her analogy, 'That's easy', she replied, 'it was fucking massive'.I coughed and spla...tered my wine, and burst into a fit of giggles, that was the Sara of old, brassy, ballsy, and a match for any guy looking for a good fuck.She had just finished bathing her son, the product of the interaction with the wall, and as I watched, my eyes drifted down his nude form and rested on his cock, Sara saw me, 'It's a beauty, is it not', she. I look down upon you running my crop down your to ass, you groan with suppressed excitement. I notice your cock getting harder and harder the more you lick my shoes. Your hands come free from your back and you grab my calves and start stroking them softly gently. I take my crop and bringing it down with a resounding smack against your ass, your whole body quaking with suppressed passion as I roar at you" did I give you permission to touch me slave?" you meekly say" no mistress". I tell you. I was always self-assured, fun, casual, easy-going and fairly popular.Whenever I was home for the evening, sometimes I shucked my pants or shorts after dinner too and spent a lot of my time in just my underwear. It was just me, my mom and my two older brothers, and I never felt any need to be modest around any of them. Watching TV, playing video games with my brothers, doing homework, playing games, I was always more comfortable in my underwear. My brothers were several years older than me, and. ” He added a second finger for emphasis; just as a pair of work roughened hands turn my head to the side, forcing my mouth open with the nudge of a thick hard prick. Sucking cock has always been such a turn on for me, and this cock is no different. Without the use of my hands, I can’t get a good rhythm, so I have no objections when my head is held immobile while thrust after thrust his prick hits the back of my throat. I hardly notice that someone is fingering my pussy, and someone else has.