I hadn't even projected that far until now. "But what will it taste like? And what if I don't like it?" "Well ... ," I started, "it's warm and sticky ...nd er ... " At that moment, we heard footsteps. They grew louder and finished outside the door. The handled turned and Lucio appeared in a long, silk gown, smoking a cigar and carrying a bottle of single malt scotch. He kicked the door shut and put the bottle and the cigar down on a table near him. "Fuck yeah. Now that's what I'm talking about!". My lover began to kiss my body all over slowly going down to gently french kiss my pussy lips feeling her tongue licking and teasing my very hard clit.She open my pussy lips and see my juices coming from my pussy and she licks every drop of my sweet nectar.Slowly I feel her tongue sliding inside my juicy wet pussy its throbbing with so much great pleasure I close my eyes to enjoy her lovin tongue inside me.MMMmmmmmmmm I'm spreading my legs open very wide as she slowly deep stroke my pussy very. “Mmmmm!! Mmmmmphhh... Mmmmmphhh...” She groans again around that cock, her legs and knees shifting slightly as she feels herself getting wet downstairs even without touching herself, keeping one hand stroking away on the cock she's sucking while the other keeps her hair out of the way of her pretty face, ensuring he gets a clear view of the oral pleasuring she's giving him along with her pretty facial features moving towards and then swiftly away from his crotch.“Mmmm...” Tara groans as she. There was a touch of sentimentality to her here, not merely lust. She, like all people, whether it made sense or not, on an emotional level wanted her parents to be together. She just wanted me for herself as well ... wanted an unconventional form of reunion.That poor, sweet girl ... there needed to be more women like her in this world, I thought. Then it would be a lot happier place. Then again, there also needed to be more women like Inga as well. Not many mothers would tell their daughters.