The taste of our combined cum was intoxicating, and I quickly found myself sliding my tongue deep into mom’s cunt in an effort to suck out as much j...ice as I could. Mom was loving the attention and responded by trying to suck my prick even further down her throat. Despite having cum twice, her efforts were rewarded by a nice dose of fuck-juice that I pumped down the back of her throat. She swallowed hungrily until she had milked me dry, and then gave my cock-head a gentle tongue kiss as I slid. I tore her blouse and thrown it on the floor, now she was left only in the bra. I got hold of it and unhooked it from her back. And threw it on the floor and now she was completely naked beneath me. Now I started kissing her on her whole body from her forehead to her feet. She was damn good. She smelt excellent. Her touch sent shivers in my spine. I kissed her cheeks and then her lips. I inserted my tongue in her hot mouth and started exploring it. Although she resisted it but I felt her mouth. Or not, be aware that Lou J. Parrino is my nom de plume, or literary pen name. My actual name is Edward Gregory. Yes, Rebecca, that Ed Gregory, your next door neighbor from Tampa, Florida. Isn't it a small world! Also, as a bit of friendly advice to an old, old friend, memos for script changes are much more legible if they're not written upon soiled cocktail napkins written in the early hours of the morning, and under uncertain sobriety. Just a suggestion."Becky opened and shut her mouth a few. As she glanced back up, she invested the storekeeper with the one thing that was hardest for her to give. In a beautiful yet softly muted voice, three syllables floated across to the old man's ears. "I trust you."The old man watched as the girl's body lost its fullness of breast and hip. He watched with satisfaction as scars and bruises unformed and healed. Her hair receded into her scalp until her head was only covered with a soft fine baby hair, as her body shrank into smaller proportions..