Chris's soft skin radiated warmth. I looked at the small alarm clock's red numbers, 12:06. For some reason every time I stayed at his house I woke up ...omewhere around midnight. My hair lay matted against my head from sweat and I wondered if Chris's mum had turned up the house's heat.Chris's mother was unique and she was a stunner. I took quite a fancy to her and often had fantasies about playing with her when Chris was not around. She doesn't look like your typical mother, with the fact she. Shoes that cost hundreds, with a heel that I can barely walk in (let alone dance in) but without which the look would be incomplete. Because the point is not function. The point is the form and fit.It's like a hundred other events. Premieres, thousand-a-plate political dinners, grand-re-openings of whatever building has been newly renovated this year. It's like them all, and I'm not even sure what this one is celebrating, only that I have to attend, have to look good on his arm, because that's. At least i licked her super wet pussy it tasted licked pussy and cock combined,hmm and then i started fucking her pussy , i know i would cum, but i know it's over for that night as e where all tiered.I resisted a few minutes, while i was watching her suck that big cock with passion,an then the guy put his hands on her had, to control she, so the cock stays in her mouth and in the next moment his cum started leaking but she took the full cum shot and kept sucking , a dream came true, i shout. He was always away. Even when he was home, he was away, too distracted to pay attention to her. She was home alone far too often. Even their lovemaking last night had not relieved the loneliness. Home early on a Friday was an unexpected treat.Sunlight streamed through the clerestory onto the runners up the wooden stairs, she opened his collar and ran her lips slowly across the width of his collarbone. His head arched back and he sighed deeply. His left hand caressed her breast, the thumb over.