His sexual talks made me lose myself.He convinced me to masturbate and I did that. I knew I was changing. Months went and he never made a real move ph...sically other than chats. Our phone sex sessions made me crazy. His approach was getting clearer. He once called me his slut. I fought over it but after a few days I gave up.I once asked why he didn’t want to do anything. He replied he wanted me to beg for it. I knew I wouldn’t do that. But after a few months, I changed. He changed me. I started. “Oooh, Heathcliff I love it when you do that”, said Claire. “You know we could fulfill my fantasy, I mean the kids are upstairs getting dressed and we have plenty of time”, said Heathcliff. “You know what, Claire said as she was undoing her husband’s pants, I think your right, and she knelt down and took his hard member in her longing mouth. She licked his 9 inch long and 3 inch thick black cock from the base to the slit. Then she started to deep throat it, his cock going down her trained. Finally she released his still hard cock and using her fingers scooped up the cum from her chin and licked them clean. She moved back up his body and kissed him deeply on the lips, thrusting her tongue into his mouth, where he tasted his cum on her tongue.John kissed his Mom deeply while running his hands over her hot, willing, naked body."My turn Mom" he said as rolled her onto her back before kissing his way down her neck to her waiting breasts. Alternating between them, he sucked and nibbled. As they approached orgasm, their thrusting became less organized, more frantic. I was bounced between them, thrown back and forth, impaled first in front, then in back. The man in my pussy began twisting the clamps on my breasts, and I tensed, writhed with each tortuous tweak. His slamming into my pussy yanked the clamp on my clit back and forth, and I screamed with it even as my body responded, my pussy began to lubricate.“Cunt’s getting wet!” He crowed as he drilled into me, faster, faster..