"Fortunately I stifled my urge to bark out a laugh. Poor guy was serious. "But what's with the death business? Why do you have to be dying for me to...make love to you?" Immediately I saw the gaping opening I had left.He jumped right in."Does that mean that I don't have to die for you to . . fuck me?"However, the adrenalin was now flowing, and I was seeping other secretions at the juncture of my thighs as well. These had a temporary reviving effect on my repartee and I drew inspiration from. Mom then licked her palm, and lubricated my dick with her spit. It allowed her to move much more freely across my dick.“Don’t you remember? It happened just like this” she said while she shagged me. Everything came back to me in clear detail. I knew I could never forget the time mom gave me my first hand job.“I have wanted to feel your cock since the first time I saw you nude in the bathroom that day.” Mom whispered as she jerked me. “But I felt like I was cheating your dad with those thoughts.. "It's rather sexy, actually."Her hands were finding their way under my skirt and into my knickers."If I ignore the dress and the silky panties, I can pretend My Lordand Master is having his way with me. It's a nice change."I laughed. "I thought you women hated to be treated as sex toys?" Well not all the time, obviously."I was feeling doubtful, and I must have looked it. She reached up andcaressed my - that is, Martha's - cheek."Hey, no worries," Susie continued. "You're an amazing lover -. I smiled back and she responded by slowly opening her mouth and licking her lips, the way she often licks me. My pulse quickened and as I exhaled, I stared at her empty tongue piercing, hoping that she’d put in a tongue ring when we got home that night. When I handed the pipe back to her a few minutes later, my hands immediately went to work on her feet. I took turns thoroughly massaging each one while her free foot slowly played with my fuckstick through my jeans. While that was happened, my.