This tiger is ready to play.I cant help but look down your body. Your legs are spread and your muscles are tense. The candle light casts a warm, sun...y glow over your open pussy. I begin to move towards you and you push me back with your legs. Again our eyes lock. This time you forcefully tell me to wait. This time I listen. You tell me to slowly unbutton my shirt.I take your hint and slowly take off my belt and keep it in my left hand. You look down at my pants and can see the bulge in my. "I'm getting hard just thinking about it, about the two of you fucking". "Does he have a big cock?" She couldn't believe I would ask such a question, especially of my own mother. She turned away from me toward the counter and I got right behind her and asked her if she liked getting fucked by Bill. I put my hands on her waist and her only reaction was to take in a deep breath. I rubbed my hands down her waist past her shorts and down to her bare thighs. Her heavy breathing continued and. :-) That was my routine for months and, needless to say, I loved coming to work. These little episodes fed my fantasies at home, too. I replay them again and again in my head while lazily stroking myself to a climax. It got so that just thinking about what the day might bring while on the way to work meant that I'd arrive already hot. Then one day events conspired against me, or rather - they conspired to push me to the next level of my fetish. I was reading Ramapo's Heather series in. They were already hard. He was looking at them like a hungry cheetah and took one in his mouth and the other in his hand. I was enjoying his acts. He saw a mole near my nipple and gave extra care for it by licking. He ate them for a long time and I was moaning all the time.He asked can we try 69 and I were already ready for this. We got into position and started to eat each other. The guy has put his finger in my pussy and I was licking his cock. He was fingering me wildly and inserting his.