She longed for structure, for someone to tell her what decisions to make.How do I know this? Why, she told me.Because, when Leanne left town, but Cass...e kept coming around to our house. At first, she'd visit seeking updates about Leanne's college adventure - though we both knew she had emails and her cellphone to find out herself. Eventually she lost interest in my daughter entirely and came for my company instead. We'd talk over iced tea in the garden, or over hot chocolates in the den,. Slipping your tongue deep inside me again, you pinch my clit between your thumb and middle finger causing me to grip your wrist to try and stop you.“Fuckin’ cum, you nasty little worthless pig!” You grunt from between my thighs. Rolling my clit around, you start to tongue fuck me hard and within seconds you feel my whole body tighten up before letting out the most a****listic scream as I cum all over your mouth. I start to shake and tremble violently as you lap up my sticky juices - my hand. I realized that her stockings were old-fashioned sheer, ice-blue hose, held up by a genuine garter belt — one of my favourite visual kinks. In fact, though I couldn’t see her face, she rather reminded me of Sharon Mitchell in Heat Wave, a late-70s “loop carrier”, before she went so butch...The guy had his back to me, and, though there was something familiar about him (not surprising, since he was almost certainly a fellow worker), I couldn’t quite place him.I suddenly remembered that I was. You were always a beautiful young woman, and now, even more so.” “Wouldn’t you like to feel it.” “C’mon, you must be kidding.” “I don’t think so” as she brought the chair all the way down to the floor, and reached over for my hand and placed it on her pussy. “Mom told me that you were the best pussy eater she had ever had. And you loved a hairy pussy. I want you to eat me.” “What are you talking about. Your Mom told you that?” “Yeah, and she also said, that you are a really good fuck, let’s.