"Oh FUCK, baby... Your precum is so sweet. I love it. I can't wait to make you cum in my mouth. I'm going to suck on your sweet prick, baby. Mommy is ...oing to give you a wet, nasty blowjob and make you cum right down her fucking throat. Would you like that?" Yeah, mom... I'd love for you to do that. Your hand feels really good on my prick. And it's really hot to see you lick up my stuff... my precum," the boy moaned, hot as he was seeing his mother underneath him, looking up at him and his cock. .. Have I said that before?I reached over and pulled on one of her legs pulling it towards me. She let my cock slip from her mouth long enough to give me a questioning look before realizing what I was up to.She moved her legs around so that she was straddling my face before she went back to paying attention to my rigid dick.Now in front of me was the most beautiful pussy I had ever put my eyes on. It was dripping it was so wet, so I just began to lick up the juices that were already flowing. I. Sylvie and I seemed to join seamlessly as if we had never been parted. We hung out at the pool hour after hour and drifted from home to home, party to party as teenagers will. It all seemed just so right until the letter arrived from home.Inside the envelope was another envelope. Written on this envelope were Mum's instructions to read the whole letter several times before doing anything. There was also a separate letter for Sylvie's parents.I can see the opening of that inner envelope as if. Which you don’t.’ ‘Oh, so telling that fat, fascist prick of a boss you almost became a contract killer isn’t leverage? What, are you fucking Benedict now?’ Andrew spat. His remark earned another eye-roll. ‘You presume, dear, that they don’t already know.’ ‘Bullshit.’ She shrugged flippantly. ‘Try it and see, then.’ Andrew fell silent. His jaw clenched in anger. He pushed his index finger on the table like a pointer, as if to validate his words. ‘You’re a hypocrite, Leah. You were almost there,.