I was very turned on by the passion she had in pleasing her need. Shifting her upper hand nipple to nipple.........moving her hips to meet the push of...her fingers. Dayumm....she's putting on a erotic show. Sir, may I help you? Some slim big tit girl kept asking me. I heard her, but, I didn't hear her. When she turned around to she what I was so fixed on. Oh, My, good, was the last thing I heard her say as she join me in a daze. She too is now caught up in the erotic show this lovely. Mom was sitting in the corner, shaking her head at me.I gave the doctor a big grin. “I thought you might need to play with my pussy.”“Oh, boy,” Dr. Wilson said. “She’s a handful, isn’t she?”“You have no idea,” my brother said, a grin on his face, his blue eyes staring at the doctor.“You love it,” I said, winking at him. I turned back to my OB/GYN. “It makes him so hard, doctor.”Dr. Wilson shook her head. She shifted around, breasts stretching her dress. It looked like a nursing dress, the type. It was a setting which Mirella might have described as a classic James Bond scenario.What puzzled many people was how he could afford such a mansion and such an extensive art collection. He wasn't from a wealthy family; he had not inherited a fortune from his ancestors like some other well know art collectors, and he didn't have any identifiable source of income. On the rare occasions he went on record about his financial situation he declared that he had made a small fortune with stock market. Right to work, that’s the spirit. Passionate as well, an obvious nympho with an oral fixation, saliva dripped down my balls as her head bounced furiously.A bouncing dick-sucker works for me, I’ll cum that way, though not the fastest path to climax. I relaxed against the headboard in her Bellagio hotel room to admire my latest pick-up. She should stop to suck it for a moment, allowing the blood she’s pumping downward with her mad thrusts to rise back up, but being only two hours after we met, I.