But first let's make it more comfortable. Get undressed and we will start."It was very surprised. I thought she'd just interview me. And the place is ...o strange."You mean right here right now, Miss?"She looked at me strictly over her glasses."I'll pretend I didn't hear that noise. You may put your clothes in that corner. And I'm not your kind aunty. Call me Mistress from now on."I started to undress. I felt more nervous with every peace of clothes that came down from me.When I finished I put. Moore walked in totally naked. I blinked at the man, especially at his cock which looked huge! God! It wasn't totally hard, but he must have been fucking my mom again for breakfast. It looked dark and shiny with sex juices, the smooth glans practically dripping as it pointed downward. The thick shaft arched out from a next of matted pubic hair like a fat rainbow about eight inches long probably and I wondered how big it got when he was excited."Huh?"Mr. Moore had been saying something and I. “You’re driving me crazy,” Sam said. She pulled off her panties and shoved my face back into her cunt. “Lick me, Johnny!”“I want to look at your pussy first.” I pulled my head back and gazed. It was the perfect pussy. It looked very much like a peach with a neat little gash. Sam even allowed some of her blond stubble to grow out for that peach fuzz affect.“Do you like her?”“Yes. She’s gorgeous.” I loved her third person reference to her pussy.Sam’s pussy…. This was ground zero for my entire. "See? You're getting a hard on--you love being my cocksucker, don't you...you can't wait to put those sissy lips around my dick." Then he'd pull his cock from his jeans, flop it around, stroke it, make me beg for it. I'd have to watch his cock and lick my lips as he pointed out the many wonderful parts of his manhood, asking me if I liked his knob or if I wanted to feel his pubic hair. He liked to control me, tell me what to say, when and how to touch or lick his cock. I often felt ashamed and.