I hear you squish so I lick all under your tits and move downward to your belly kneeling before your pussy. I take your hands and place them on your t...ts and tell you to keep squeezing your nipples as hard as you can. I lean you against the wall and rub my nose up over your wet pussy shoving it deep to feel your wetness on my face. I lick each lip slowly up n down and I feel your hand at the back of my head. I see how very hard your clit is. It is very erect and puffy. I cup your ass with one. When she finished she glanced back to the car and said, ‘Oh my, I forgot the sunscreen.’ Before she could move, she felt his arms circle around her and felt the hard lump in his swimming suit grind sensuously against her thigh. He softly growled, ‘We can put that on later, right now I want to take something off.’ Still teasing a bit, Victoria replied, ‘But I thought we might go for a swim first,’ leaning toward the water. ‘We’ll get everything too salty and I want to taste you just as you are,’. ’ ‘I think you’re just saying that.’ ‘No… not at all. I swear,’ he objected, looking serious again. ‘Dottie, for instance. You’ve met Dottie, right? Dottie married her second husband — the guy she was married to before Thomas — mostly so that he would pay for her graduate studies. It started as that, but the two of them ended up deeply in love for the rest of his life. And I know a, uh, friend, whose wife originally entered his life by renting a room from him in exchange for cleaning his house. The last 20 minutes were definitely the best 20 minutes of my whole life. That sentence was etched in my mind, “If you want to do anything with me, just ask.” I’m pretty sure she meant sex.After that whole thing, I was longing for sex more than before. But the thing is, I don’t want to have sex with my mom. And I definitely don’t want to remember my first sex experience with her. She’s sexy and extremely seductive, but she’s my mom. That was my only concern. I badly wanted to masturbate. But I.