His hands had a hold of my curly hair as I shoved his cock in my mouth. Then he started slowly moving his hips as he fucked my mouth so good... I knew...he was not going to last long as his hips started moving and his moans became louder. As his cock started to swell up he yelled as he made me take more of his cock into my throat. Then his cock began to spasm and I felt my mouth began to fill with his salty semen…I swallowed all as quick as I could. Then I smiled at him and said now it was my. One hand was on either of her thighs and I moved my hips back and forth, stroking my cock slowly into Elizabeth's pussy, as deep as I could.After two strokes, she started pushing back to meet me, and my cock going in and out of her sopping wet pussy made a pleasant, squishing noise. Neither of us would cum for quite a while, especially with the slow strokes we were using. but Elizabeth prefers to start in this position and I have no objection.She murmured again, "Oooh, that feels really good.. ‘Have you shaved it, mum?’ i asked.‘Yes darling, your father likes my pussy to have smooth lips.’I was surprised to hear her use the word ‘pussy’. ‘Do you like my pussy darling?’I ran my fingers slowly up and down the lips. ‘Yes mum, it’s lovely.’‘Tell me then.’‘I like it mum,’ i replied, embarrassment starting again.‘You like what, darling? Tell your mum.’‘I like your pussy, mum.’‘And what else do we call a pussy?’ she continued.‘A vagina?’ i ventured.‘No darling, the very rude word.’Using. I stroked my lips through the soft silk and felt myself open and moisten. I let my finger slither under the silk and enter my wetness. I curled it inside me and stroked that special spot. My other hand left my nipple and went to stroke my clit through the silk. I came, suddenly and unexpectedly. Tippi’s face was in my mind’s eye. The doorbell rang around 1 the next day. Tippi was wearing a long, dark green skirt and a white blouse. Her hair was loose and she looked as fresh as ever. ‘How can.