I switched my stroking action from my knuckle to the cushions of two fingers running up and down her cunt. I became aware of her free flowing pussy j...ices. Part of our individuality as women was the taste of our nectar, each one tastes differently. I’ve already lost count of the number of pussies I sampled that day, but each one was unique and I would never forget their taste. It was like good wine, and if I went down on Catherine, or Victoria, or Maureen, or Isobel, or Prudence blindfolded I. I ordered sadhya for all three of us and had it together.Next day when she came to my house there was a special glow on her face which increased her beauty. I asked the reason was so happy today and she said that the way I treated her yesterday was more than that of how her husband cared about her and her son. Tears where running from her eyes I slowly went near her and wiped off the tears from her beautiful cheeks and she came and hugged me suddenly. This was a surprise for me because she. If you can just clear up a few things for me. First what made you want to masturbate, what was it that caused you to need to play with your penis here, at home, in my bathroom that couldn’t wait until you got back to school, or wait until you were in your room looking at playboy on the computer?” She questioned with innocence but demand.“Um, I don’t know mom. I just do it in the shower sometimes…”“ok,” his mom said, “but from now on you are not going to do it in my shower. Or the rest of the. His lips closed on a nipple and he sucked gently.Her agonized groan of exquisite pleasure ripped from her throat. She tried to cut it off, afraid that someone might hear, but found she couldn't keep the sound inside her. His mouth moved to the other breast. It was just as sweet, causing her knees to jerk, but her groan of happiness was softer. She found her hands on the back of his head and was surprised. She couldn't remember putting them there.Then his lips left her nipples and drifted down.