I mean, lots of guys have sucked their mother's tits; just not when they were 29. But somehow, Andrea and I were working our way through all of the 'd...velopmental stages', at an accelerated rate. She wanted me to suck her tits, which I couldn't do when I was little. So I purred happily as I savored the taste of her skin, stretched across the surface of her abundant, fleshy globes. When she was satisfied with how I'd sucked one breast, she switched me to the other one.But of course, I wasn't a. *** ‘The following statement is a true and accurate record of the events that transpired between me and Sergeant Frank Chilvers. On a Saturday night (I made a note to get the exact date) in May of last year I answered my door and Sergeant Chilvers was there. He asked to come in and I thought that something bad had happened to my husband Jim. Sergeant Chilvers told me that Jim had been arrested for being drunk and disorderly, he had urinated in the street outside the pub, and was in the lock-up.. It almost hurt, but I loved it. I felt cold on my legs, dimly realizing I was dripping. Ben gave me a final push, then slowly withdrew. He looked down at me with a stupefied grin. “Whew! You are amazing. Come back up here for your own turn.” I scrambled up as Ben arranged the pillows against the headboard. I understood. Pausing to kiss him briefly, I lay back with my torso propped up and my legs spread wide. Grinning, Ben lay on his stomach between my legs. Ben lowered his face and began sort. She hated to think that she was contributing to the delinquency of minors, so, before any more cars zipped by, she slid her second leg out as quickly as possible, stood up, and pulled the hem of the miniskirt as far down as she could. It did not pull very far down.As she walked the block and a half to the bar, she glanced at herself in the darkened store windows. She saw glimpses of the same slut that she had seen in the motel mirror – breasts bouncing like two excited puppies, threatening to.