Kristie, sometimes her friends from school, her mother and I often spent hours together playing board games or dominoes, sometimes until the wee hours...of the morning. most usually on Sunday evenings after church services. Kristie’s mother always insisted that Kristie go to church. At that time, I was a regular church-going person, so I had no problem picking Kristie up, along with any of her friends, take them to and from church, even when Kristie’s mom never went. I always made sure I minded. . Oh. Wow. That's when it hit me.In fifteen minutes, there was a fifty/fifty chance that my own mother was going to blow me.I'd seen Beverly suck her son Jordan six feet away from me, but now that I was forced to picture myself in that scenario, I thought my head would explode. It seemed so wrong, so ... taboo, and yet, I almost WANTED it to happen, like it could be the hottest thing in the world. It was just like the charged feeling I had gotten with Kim and, to a lesser extent, Catalina.. Every inch of Calypso was indeed perfect, by virtue alone.She began to massage his back as smooth feet slid up and down from his avid attentions; Ragetti pressed a kiss into her and reveled in the breathy 'yes' that followed. She watched him as his head raised, always to whatever words she could manage, and his body followed suit. Fabrizio certainly looked ready to take charge and assert himself, as she studied him by the hypnotically waning torches. Shadows swathed half his sinewy frame when. ”“fine” she said taking off her jacket and throwing it on a chair. “time to suck you off”She hiked up the dress and knelt before me and un zipped my pants. I took off my coat too and threw it on top of hers as she took my hardening seven inch cock. She had a look of amazement on her face. “holy fuck your hung”“try not to choke sweetie”She slowly deep throated me as she spit and lubed my shaft as she kept it deep in her mouth. Her mouth was nice and moist and her lips soft on my rod. After.