Before he had a chance to speak, I guided his hand to my pussy and he groaned when he realised I was sopping wet. My need was urgent, so I quickly...freed his now rock hard cock from his clothes and slid full force onto him. Then I rose up, so his cock was almost withdrawn completely, and plunged down, widening my legs, this time, to stretch myself open and accommodate more of him. I rubbed my now desperate clitoris as I rode him hard, fast and selfishly. I lost myself in my gasps of. As they moved through the large room, McAllister noted the large stone-topped workbenches, with outsized mortar and pestle, sacks piled at one end of the bench, and small, tightly-made boxes at the other. Of most interest to McAllister were the tightly-stoppered glass carboys on the floor, and the tub of water. Glancing inside, he saw what he expected, small, round pellets of dark material soaking in the watery contents.Much materiel and unidentifiable constructs were on the other flat surfaces. He planted delicate kisses down my neck and across the swell of my chest, almost teasing. He kissed around my large puckered aureoles to the base of my engorged red nipple before taking it in his mouth to gently suck. He suckled like a new born baby, pulling the nipples up with his teeth as he squeezed my breast,not roughly but just enough to get milky dribbles from my swollen nipple which trickled between my cleavage and down my onto my fat belly. I was so aroused as he worked delicately on. She spread her legs so that her pussy was easily visible through the split in the panties…in fact she made sure by reaching down and pulling the sides of the opening well way from her pussy. Pleased with herself she watched the door in anticipation of what was about to come. Across the hall in her son’s room Brian laid on his back in his bed, sheets pushed back, cock sticking straight up and aching, aching for his mother’s pussy or another wonderful blow job. However, his mother’s words.