I rolled it around between my fingers and I was fascinated with the feel and texture of it. For some strange reason, I wanted to eat it so I licked up...his goo and swallowed it all down. Leaving the rest in the trash bin. I did this for several years and once found a condom in my brothers room. I sucked it from his condom and it tasted pretty much like daddys.Ever since, I have LOVED cum and will eat, drink, swill and suck it from anything or anybody. As I got older and started my periods, I. It wasn't unusual for me to come home to find her thrashing on the bed in the throes of an orgasm. And, she often pissed as she lost all control when her climax hit. She couldn't get enough of Marcus.Even when I would fuck her, she would immediately drive the cock into her cunt, lubricated by my cum, making me lick her clit and labia as Marcus fucked her to a huge orgasm. She just couldn't get enough, she was insatiable. On weekends she would spend the day walking around the house with Marcus. Normally she was dressed rather plain, but not today. It was, I don’t know, something like ‘functional slut’ gear. Hiking boots with socks sticking up a few inches, cut-off jeans (let’s be honest, they were more or less Daisy Dukes…) with a belt, a tie-blouse with way more buttons undone than strictly necessary, a black choker, and she too had decided to go with a cowboyhat for the sun.As Barb got in the car she was all smiles and leaned over to give me a hug. I thought I might be imagining it,. And like Dad used to say, “An ass like mine deserves to be fucked.”Babs kissed her again, this time in a slightly less motherly way. “Lexi,” she chided. “Watch your language, dear.” She wrenched her hips forward, driving forcefully through Lexi’s lips, but only for an inch. Lexi’s body locked up and she hugged her mother so tightly that Babs was momentarily trapped between her daughter’s cleavage. She moaned, an uncertain shaky sound on the precipice of rapture. Deeper, she wanted to cry out,.