It was a weekday evening in the middle of December so as you can imagine pretty cold, i was meeting my friend Frances and we planned to go and watch t...e original 50 shades film. As i say it was the middle of winter so my choice of attire wasn't my usual. i went with matching underwear in baby blue lace. with high waisted skinny jeans with knee high boots, a white low cut top with a fur gillet. Just as i was finishing getting ready the doorbell rang and as expected when i answered it was. ”“I will tell you, though not now.”“May I please taste your cock now, Sir?”“Yes, you may,” I reply, pushing my chair away from the table.Mom moves to the floor as I part my legs. Hooking her fingers in the waistband of my boxers, I raise my hips up just enough so she can pull them down. As my cock becomes visible, the tip of her tongue ever so lightly circles the bulbous circumcised head.“Ooh,” I moan out while watching her.Slowly, her tongue glides down my shaft to the scrotum. Mom takes a. On my knees, it was very big with all the blood pumped into it. He felt the spongy, dripping walls and forced his fingers quickly in and out, watching as fresh juice sprayed out over his hand. The squelching fluid made rude noises and dribbled down his wrist while he fucked me frantically with even more fingers. Facing him, with one hand squeezing his base and the other grabbing his rod, I jerked him hard... watching his crazed face on the brink of cumming. I felt the blood pumping through. "OH FATHER! OH SIR!" she cried out and she jerked her hand away from his hot hardness. "Oh, golly? What does He mean?" Let us look, Vicki. Let us look and see what He has done to me?" and the pseudo-priest opened the front of his robe to reveal the huge, wrist-thick tree trunk that projected out and up from its hairy base."OH SIR! SIR?" the young woman gasped, shrinking away from the huge, threatening organ. "Oh, Father? It's not like Mr. Crisp's? It's so much bigger? Oh, sir, he'd have kilt.