.you like my thighs holding your head, squeezing ya? I told ya my headscissors are inescapable...and you are NOT escaping my THIGHS!"His dominance was...complete. Nothing makes me hornier than a stud who not only loves to take over but whose verbal skills match his physical ones. And Gregg was talking a verbal erotic masterpiece and would make me cum in my pants if he kept it up."Mmmm, I love CRUSHING old fucks like you in my big...black...THIGHS!" he snarled, punctuating those sexy three words. She looked at me and smiled and told me that if I needed fresh clothes that Joe should have some that would fit me. The thought of having a few minutes alone with Joe was a surprise I didn’t expect.Joe and I entered his apt and immediately we were in each other’s arms kissing and hugging. My hand slid down his shorts and encircled his hard cock, His hands were undoing my belt and zipper and he backed up and peeled my shorts and undies down. I gasped out loud as his mouth swallowed my throbbing. I mixed up some awesome colors for his painting, but it's finished now." So why are you telling me this?" Because I think those colors would be awesome for a painting of you too, but they're water based. They'll dry quickly, so you need to get down here in a hurry." But I didn't agree to pose tonight." Honey, you haven't complained about posing for me in at least two weeks." It was true. The first week after posing naked for her mother, Meagan would protest taking all of her clothes off, but. Without taking her eyes from my face, she lowered her hands, shifted in the chair slightly and raised her skirt until the front was up exposing her hairless pussy. “Spread your legs” She did so and in doing so her cunt lips parted showing the moist inner flesh of her lips. “Touch it… masturbate” “Please Ross… noooo” “Go on… you want to…you want to show me how randy you are for my cock…you want me to see I have a slut mother” The sigh she gave was more a sigh of excitement than one of.