I can still smell Momma's perfume on her teddy, even Johnny's cologne. She's probably wondering what happened to it, but wearing it made me feel clos...r to both of them.. It was a heady combination and I loved it.My mind is having difficulty separating the real world from my fantasy. It keeps crossing back and forth from the realm of imagination to the reality before me. I want Momma to kiss me deeply and stick her wet hot tongue in my ear, her hot breath filling it and telling me she loves. It grew as I sucked and stroked it, and he had shoved about four inches into my mouth, stretching it wide. It wasn't long before he had gotten hard. I leaned back to get a look at his dick. I bet it would have almost reached the end of a foot long ruler. He quickly took my head in his large hands and pulled me back onto his cock. "Suck it slut. Suck my big black cock. Make me give you my cum." He shoved half of himself into my mouth, causing me to gag, and then started fucking in and out. She moaned as I sucked on her pussy and pushed at her clit with my tongue. I squeezed her ass and found her asshole with my hands, and slid the tip of my finger in slowly as I continued eating her pussy. She let out a long whispered moan.A few seconds later, she pulled me up and said, “Quick! Fuck me. I don’t think we have too much time.”“Damn it. I don’t have any condoms left baby!” I said, suddenly remembering.“It’s ok. I’ll take a pill. I want you inside me.”That turned me on even more. We. For the past several days the old man had spent most of the daylight hours in a lounge chair near where Maggie was working with Minacou. Each morning he would effortfully emerge from the lobby and take his position, and he rarely left before twilight. He never spoke; at times he seemed to doze, but Maggie noticed that he was often alert and seemingly attentive to her talks with the dolphin.It was a little unusual; mostly tourists came to the Keys for the fishing, not merely to bask in the sun..