That’s a thing I can do. No idea why or how, but is that really important?The girl had been rocking back and forth a little bit, but my pause was pe...fectly timed. She was ready.With time no longer a factor, I inspected my prize more closely. Typical teenage girl casual dress: light blue jeans, impossibly tight. Thin grey off-one-shoulder t-shirt, black bra underneath. Her breasts were large enough to make a generous handful. Brown hair, pretty green eyes set in an attractive face locked in a. "Do you like it?" she asked, pumping his cock slowly. "Do you like to taste Mother's pussy, honey?" Johnny's eyes gleamed brightly as he nodded his head. "You've never tasted a pussy before?" He shook his head. "Then," she laughed huskily, "You've certainly been thinking about eating pussy, haven't you?" Although her son didn't answer that, Peggy saw it on his face, in his eyes. She climbed onto his bed, straddling his hips. She bunched her gown about her waist, her hairy cunt exposed. Patti must have surmised, however, that I was going on a 'date' because she told me to have a good time. What was going through her mind? Could she be thinking that I was breaking my own rule regarding dating married women?By the time I pulled into Holly's driveway I had in my mind that Patti was thinking that I was being pursued by an older married lady. While in the shower I let my mind continue to play tricks; Patti was becoming jealous of Mrs. Santeria. The possibilities were endless;. Do it. Come for me.”That was a demand she wasn’t going to have any trouble fulfilling – and soon. The pressure in her depths was building and growing hotter by the moment. Her fingers squeezed tight around his wrist. Her toes curled against the tile. She could hear the squishy sound of his fingers plunging into her saturated sex.“Come for me, babe. Come for me,” he continued to encourage her, a growl creeping into his voice.“S-so c-c-close!” she stammered in time with the fingers rapidly.