"Where’s mom?" He asked hurriedly."Well good morning to you too" His father answered sarcastically. Brody got irritated and asked again. In that...instant he then realized why his mother was always agitated when she spoke to her husband. He loved his dad but he hated how he was becoming a sit at home loser."She is still in bed. She said she wasn’t feeling well so she called in sick." His father replied, scratching the 3-day stubble on his chin. Brody was about to go and see if she was ok. Linda is a statuesque 6’1’ former volleyball player and looked hotter than any of the women you saw in the Olympics. I really enjoyed kissing her nipples and pussy before starting to paint. She handed me her printout of all different kinds of flowers like a human bouquet. I started at her pubic mound and worked my way down her legs and then back up. On all three ladies, I painted their fronts, sides and back so that they were entirely covered. I also painted their faces which were the only real. I sigh as shocks of pleasure go between my legs, and his tongue continues its journey south. I feel his warm breath on my stomach as he kisses downward, leaving a trail of fire everywhere he touches. I feel his firm hands on my thighs, and he spreads my legs, and kisses the inside of my thighs. My heart pounds faster in anticipation, and a throbbing starts between my legs. Finally, I feel his tongue on my clit. I moan and twist my fingers in his hair. He starts in slow circles, and I gasp for. A slight knowing smile formed, as if satisfied she completely taken me inside her. Being this close all I could hear was her elevated breathing. Kelly’s hips started taking over the pace. It seemed she had enough of my lengthy slow invasion. She pressed her hips into the pillow again before giving a more moderate shove back taking my full length. The soft inner folds of her dark passage seemed to message rather than fight my cock now. The only resistance was a slight suction as I moved in and.