Sometimes I have a dream." Yes? You mean a sex dream?" she helped it along. "About Sally and you?" No." Oh ... what then?" It's you." Oh." she looked ...t me with that cool smile. "Oh, dear. Oh, dear, that makes me feel ... how? Makes me feel ... lovely! Thank you. and what ... maybe I shouldn't ask that." She hugged me close and kissed my cheek. "Boys and mothers have a close relationship. It's normal for you to have a crush on your mother. And a compliment to me, my adorable son. I dream about. The buzzer sounded as I entered. Behind the counter was a young Pakistani woman, our eyes met. "Where's Mr Abbassi" I asked. "He's gone to visit family in Pakistan" "Are you his daughter" "Yes" "I see" She smiled. She had large brown eyes-framed by charcoal makeup, she wore a tight black t-shirt, and she had thick glossy black hair that flowed down to her lower-back. My eyes wandered along the shelves of wine, as I was reading the back of a bottle she came from behind the counter and started. ( I figured one good turn deserves another besides how bad can it be?) As I crawled in between her legs and pushed my face closer to her womanhood I detected a faint whiff of perfume and it just drove me wild. I slowly pulled her lips apart and ran my tongue up and down her dripping leaking slit and slowly worked my tongue into her tasting every bit of her hot pussy and would occasionally stop just to suck on her hot hard clit until I felt her shudder and clamped her fat legs around my ears and. Once the chocolate taste had worn off, I started on my right nipple, giving it the same, equally enjoyable treatment.My right hand, which wasn’t holding up my breast, traveled down my body slowly. With the horniness I'd felt all day and the current feelings going through my body, I wasn’t going to tease myself. Not this time.So, while still sucking on my nipple, I started circling my clit as well. The feelings that gave me made me stop sucking on my nipple, pushing my head back against my.