But, he doesn't. He lets me grind over him; making me wait. We continue this way for awhile....my naked body sliding over him, getting on my knees and...taking his cock deep in my mouth, having my lips slide up and down his meat, grinding my pussy and ass over his lap, his hands grabbing my ass; sliding over my thighs until finally, I lead him to the bedroom. He lays down on the bed, as I move the mirror over just a little...you know, how I like to watch. I crawl up on the side of the bed arching. Instead the girl smiled coyly and let her hands trail up her thighs to the hem of the skirt that obscured his vision and making Fred moan quietly under his breath."Want me to pull up my skirt for you, Fred is that it?" Her mind was buzzing, she could not believe her actions nor the way she talked but damn it if she did not enjoy it."..And pull down your tights, yes! You have an amazing arse, Hermione" Fred panted heavily as her looked at her teasing, the arms he had folded over his chest. She pulled on a hooded coat, drew the hoot up and pressed her dyed red hair back inside, before fastening a scarf about her neck. Lisa was wearing a brown leather coat that made her look like a dominatrix dressed for the Winter Olympics. I flicked some snow off her shoulders and the blonde hair that reached down there. ‘Where are we going?’ I asked. ‘Out,’ she repeated. ‘Put something warm on.’ We left the building and turned down the sweeping avenue towards the bars of the Art Centre and the. "You grabbed my breast," I answered finally. "You've never done that before." "I'm sorry. Was it wrong to do that?" I got up from the bed. "I have to think about this. We'll talk tomorrow, I said as I walked out of the room. My poor baby was so confused. What was wrong with his crazy mother? Instead of going back to my bedroom, I went downstairs. I had a decision to make. I know it sounds crazy since I was already giving my son oral sex, but allowing him to pleasure me seemed like crossing the.