'"When I masturbate I like to fantasise! I imagine a tall, dark, handsome, stranger making love to me!" Does it arouse you, does it make you want to c...m?" His hand moved downward, stroking my flat belly, as if encouraging my confession."Yes! Yes it does. I close my eyes, rub my clit and fantasise."Mike's hand travelled lower, his fingers tenderly brushing the soft curls of my pubes. Excited by his caresses I felt an overwhelming desire to reveal more."Tell me! Please!" he urged. I want you to. Damm can feel your bitch ass tears all over my ass cheeks you punk ass bitch” BBW saidShe squeezed his balls and pulled them.“Do it”He did as told“Get your tongue in there just how I like it...yea right in the crack you punk ass bitch. Lick that ass hole like a lollpop. Shit that’s good. Least you’re good for something. Didn’t know what your punk ass was thinking, thinking you could handle ALL of this ass” She Said jigglingShe lifted up her ass gain and spread her ass cheeks.“What couldn’t hear. God help me, for some reason I responded, tightening my hold on her, my cock swelling in my pants. Her hold on me drew tighter and her mouth opened. I’d never even guessed Mom would be a tongue kisser, but she was very good at it. She moaned into my mouth as our tongues danced together. She finally drew away with a breathless sigh. My head was spinning. This was my mother! What the fuck was I doing? I looked back through the doorway, worried about Carla catching me, catching us. Mom lifted my. He gave me the plans for your place, so I knew that you wanted to be able to observe everywhere, just in case. Since video is so cheap now, it was easy to put it together. We need to combine video and data anyway, so the cabinet in the family room has all of the controlling devices. See this," Tom pointed to another spot in the main garage, "This is where all the cabling terminates for voice and data. The studio building, as well as the two guest houses or cabanas, are wired the same way. I was.