I’m even surprised to feel the rough area of your g-spot as I lap at you as well. You can’t control your hips and I have to hold you down to kee... my tongue inside you. I let go of your legs, and pull my tongue out of your sweet pussy. I lick at your wet lips, trying to lap up more juices before sucking your clit back into my mouth. You start pulling my hair, trying to get me to come up and kiss you, telling me that you want to suck my hard cock as I eat your pussy. I ignore you. Right. My dad was abroad I never had any weird feelings for my mom, dad used to visit once in a year for about a week as I grew up I observed that something was not right with my mom she started remaining a bit desperate and depress at first I was not able to grasp the situation then I decided to council the physiatrist,After counseling session he told me that as my mom is now above 40 so she has some basic desires and needs and they needed to be fulfilled, he told me that she needs sex on regular. Simply put, I love the natural and artless way that I usually and more often than not am. Just when I have stripped naked and cast my blue dress straight down towards the floor, the door swings and dangles open all of a sudden and abruptly, making me to jump and wince away in fright and consternation. I look about in my birthday suit, and there I see him, my very own Mr. Dicking, tired and looking dead beat to the very last inch. He must have had a wearisome and tedious day at the same time.. He settled back and closed his eyes."Do you know who it was?" The voice rose softly into his consciousness. "I don't think even she knows, you know what she's like. She's done it with so many guys it could be anyone." He opened his eyes. Lena was talking with her friend Susan, who had apparently come back from the end of the garden to discuss something important. They were sitting at opposite ends of the sofa, their legs pulled up under them, Lena's bare toes, the nails painted brown, sticking.