I encouraged her as well, as I needed some time of my own.In all honesty Mom is one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen with a body to kill for... And now that I've taught her a great deal of what Monica taught me, she is one hell of a lay. I guess what I'm trying to say is it wasn't like the sex was lousy or that she wasn't good looking enough. It was just that her desperation was driving her to hang on me every moment we were together (and she made sure that was as often as possible). I. He knelt down in front of me and I raised one foot and then the other as he slipped the thong on for me. I parted my feet as much as needed and lifted the hem of the skirt up to my waist. I saw his eyes fix on my bare smooth mound as the fabric slid up slowly, much more slowly than it needed to. “Daddy” I meowed, “Would you kiss my pussy before we go?” He puckered up and planted a kiss right atop of the swell of my clit. I groaned and slid my fingers into his hair, pulling him closer. He. She didnt resist and kissed him back.Then he got bolder and reached up to grap her titties.They felt squishy in his hands and he could feel her nipples harden the more he squeezed.Then he took his unoccupied hand and took her hand and put it on his cock to let her see just how much he really wanted her.She didnt resist and in fact started rubbing his rock hard member.By this point they were both moaning as the pleasured eachother.Jan could feel a wet spot of precum forn on Johns trousers as she. Better be your sweetheart. It will give us a couple of hours,” she nodded. I smiled back at her.“Darling, wait right there while I come to open your door,” I said. “And try not to step on my toes.”It was all kinds of fun. I wasn’t the only white face in the club. I’d had visions of the lesbian bar I’d visited years ago and didn’t think being an honorary black man would fly. It didn’t have to. Marcie took my offered hand and never let go. We had a drink and danced to some great music. They had a.