She turned her head looking at me and a smile came “I love the smell of my pussy on your lips. I want to taste my cum – stick your – your tongu... that smells like my pussy juice inside my mouth and let me taste it – damn baby don’t make me beg for it.”I pulled her head closer to me and with her mouth wide open my tongue went around both of her lips and then into her mouth. The French kissing got me nice and hot once again and I began to slowly thrust to the great depths inside of her asshole. . . Still no response.“Hey,” I spoke up, “could you please use your earphones?” I asked her in a forcefully polite tone that oozed of asperity.“You could have said ‘hello,’” she replied, in a heavy African accent, and her voice, comically, reminded me of the impression Eddie Murphy did of a “bush bitch” from his ingenious special Raw ... Yeah, I fuck with that classic shit... I chuckled, initially at her accent, which I wasn’t expecting, and then in utter confusion about what she’d said, and I. In my dream he has a wonderful lean body, he is a bit tanned with a nice little butt. I assume he got his light sixpack from football (soccer) practice, but that is just an idea, after all it is just a dream you know. At the start of my dream he always wears a shirt and a wide boxers. Even with clothes however he looks just amazing. In fact my imagination what may lie underneath the clothes almost makes it hotter. So if anyone would ever find themselves in bed with me and didn't want me to get. Mom came in and checked my temperature, with one of those things they put on your forehead."Ninety-Nine degrees honey, I'm sorry you don't feel well, you want to talk or just go back to sleep." I might just be tired Mom, Chrissy and I were up later than usual trying some new things with one another." Anything you want to share, unless it's something gross," mom said with a chuckle."Actually if you don't mind. We had anal sex for the first time—we both enjoyed it a lot." Your father constantly.