While I was distracted by this thought he was putting his face in between my legs and I jump when his tongue first made contact with my wet pussy. Hi... tongue was long and thick and so arousing. I moaned and he stopped "So you're in joying this after all?" he lifted his head and grinned at me. My face must have looked like I was in full ecstasy Because then he stood up and started rubbing the head of his dick on my pussy and I moaned again how could I like this? Just before he shoved that. Moving her hands up to her breasts cupping them her pink nipples semi hard her head back as she began to massage them, watching knead that soft pliant flesh made him weak at the knees, his hardness straining against his jeans, he unzips, letting his cock spring free, slowly he strokes along his shaft. Her hand glide down her body and over her mound rubbing the heel of her palm rubbing lightly over clit, he could see this in the mirror the more she rubbed the more she flowered, he could. I want you to make yourself come.”She recoils in horror, desperate not to degrade herself to this level. Her eyes plead with him not to make her to do this, not to humiliate her further – she would rather just be beaten with his belt. He ignores her, and pushes her down until she is horizontal, legs bent at the knee, displaying her soaking wet pussy to him. He repeats his instruction, and her hand moves down toward her aching lips, parting them slightly to give him a better view. And then it. She knew she had no reason to feel embarrassed after all it wasn’t she who had been caught doing something naughty but still her sense of embarrassment refused to go away. She wondered whether she should say anything to Ratul, but she really had no idea what to say. She just walked back to her room as she laid herself on the bed she suddenly realized something – she was wet! It was because her body had reacted to the nudity of her own son and her mind unconsciously registered this and made her.