Be a good little boy."He winced when Lorena kicked him on the shin, but stared down into his plate as if nothing had happened. 'Damn!' he thought; 'No...hing went right around the house any more.' He wondered what the hell Lorena had in mind--faking a sitter so they could be together again, so they could fuck some more? He dropped one hand into his lap and rubbed his hardening prick. But while his mom cleared the table, Lorena went to the phone in the hall, and he heard her talking to somebody.. She kissed back. She even began to French me. When she suddenly broke off the kiss, I was afraid she had come to her senses, but instead she took my hand and murmured, “Tag my tit.” I did. I felt her up with both hands as her fingers felt their way down to my fiddle stick and fluted and fluttered and finagled with the firm muscle. I used my other hand to explore her nether regions. She was sure as shooting wet and my fingers caressed the slit and then found her pleasure nub and rubbed the. I somehow managed to take her to every room but when I became tired and slowed down in between she thrashed me well on my ass and even kicked me on my cock.Somehow, I reached the final destination and reached her room. There she got down from my back and she sat on the bed and asked me to lick her body from toe to head. I started to lick her beautiful body and I took extra care in licking her body and she liked it very much any she was moaning very well when I reached her thighs I licked her. Teresa thought she was dreaming as Mark slid the covers off of her to reveal the nightgown and cotton panties she had on, she grabbed at it as she got cold, but it still left her. Her eyes flew open as a hand grasped her tit and she looked up to see him leering at her."Keep your fucking mouth shut and maybe I'll let you live," he told her sternly as his other hand grasped her other tit, her nipples involuntarily hardening at his touch. "Not much for tits, how old are you, Cunt?" and she stared.