.yes Soma..suck hard now, suck it nicely…how does your son’s tongue feel in your pussy?Mom:Aaahhh..uunnh..It feels good..Hearing her I got very en...ouraged, so I grabbed her ass with both hands and sent my tongue even deeper inside her cunt. I could feel her walls quiver and her cum was flowing into my mouth. I did not want to waste a single drop of mom’s cum, so I made sure I licked her pussy completely clean.Doc: Nosha, now I want you to get her ass ready. It’s your mother’s ass..so be. Soon Tom was behind me, “Greg, I only live a couple of blocks from here and I have some cold Bud in the fridge. And I have a better selection of music too. Would you like to join me?" he asked. "I'd Love to Tom. Lead the way,” I answered.As we walked I pulled out a crumpled pack of Winston’s and offered him one. He accepted and I lit his, and then mine. “Tom, where do you work?” I asked. “Right here in town. I own the deli down on Court Street,” he told me. “I love that place, I’m in there once. The hulls were to be filled with tanks, pumps and supply lines. Rather than inspection decks I had rails mounted for creepers in each hull. All the living area was on one level even with the salon, galley, staterooms and the dumper. The mechanical rooms were full-height. The bridge was mounted just six feet higher than the salon to aid in visibility and to keep the salt spray down. Half the bridge was built over the salon and half overhung the fore deck. She was a robust ship, with services. One more moment and…I wanted to scream when he stopped and pulled his fingers out of my dripping wet pussy with a cruel chuckle.“You wanted to be punished, Bunny. Bad girls don’t come. I’m going to let you think about that for a while. Maybe it will finally sink in.”I let out a sob of frustration as he backed up, his footsteps audibly drawing away until I could hear them no more.I whimpered, trying to call out, to beg forgiveness, to plead for mercy, but the words were garbled. He was.