Britney’s mother spread herlegs, exposing her panty covered crotch to her daughter.The cotton was virginal white, apart from the damp spotall al...ng her slit.“Can you smell it, Britney? Can you smell how hot andhorny your mother is for you?”“I can, but I could smell it even better if I couldsmell straight from the source,” Britney said daringly.“Well then smell from the source, why don’t you? Stickyour nose in your mother’s wet. Darla felt Pierre’s fingers trail across her cheek and along her bare shoulder. ‘And how is my little slave today?’ he murmured. ‘Mmmmm’ purred Darla. ‘I’m hot for you as usual.’ Darla then heard Pierre sit down in front of her and felt a shiver of pleasure run through her as she imagined him watching her. In her dream, Pierre could clearly see the bare skin of her pussy lips that were gently parted to expose the wet interior. Pierre smiled, and then reached forward to take Darla’s nipples. “Are you sure? Is it safe?”“I think so.” As with the idea of the stuff being sterile I wasn't quite sure if this was a fact, but somehow it seemed okay.He reentered me, the sensation of fullness resuming, then held steady for a moment as he tried to get his flow started. Soon I felt an amazing warm, even more full sensation as I received my first enema ever. It felt great for me, and Jeff was absolutely moaning with pleasure. He started pumping again as he was peeing, causing some of the pale. "You need a condom. I'm not on birth control," I told him. "I don't have one, but I'll pull out," he said as he spread me open. My hands uncontrollably braced myself on his shoulders as I felt my pussy get opened up. It had been a while since I last had sex and my ex was smaller than Cliff in every way. I was gasping and wincing in pain and pleasure as he pushed himself all the way inside me, his big balls against my ass. He started humping me, and I could only think about how if he told others.