”“Can I offer you some water? Lemonade? Soda?”“Lemonade sounds great.”“Please, come inside then.”I followed her into the house, a cozy l...ttle place. In the kitchen, she pulled out two tall glasses for us and filled them with ice and pale liquid from a fridge pitcher, giving each one a spritz of fresh lemon juice before dunking the wedge into my glass.“Thanks,” I said, taking a sip. It was tangy and hit the spot.“Welcome.”For lack of anything else to do, I glanced around her kitchen and my eyes. Her saliva healed my sore throat, and it cherished my soul. And then, after that, for some more time, we both exchanged some normal kisses. Just after that, she ordered me to get ready for my punishment.Divya: Now turn around and face the wall.Me: Yes, ma’am.I turned around such that my head faced the wall, and my butt faced her. My hands were still tied to my back. She did not take any pity on me. She still did not care about removing the ropes from my hands.Divya (instructing me): I want you. "Hot and heavy", Jo thought as she watched her son start to jack off for her. He's such a good boy, making mommy so happy. The Big One was so close now. It was fate, out of her hands. She stopped rubbing her clit and instead used her fingers to spread her lips as wide as she could. She wanted to feel her son's gift as intimately as possible. The cool air on her vagina felt like she was exposing her soul to him completely.Mark saw his mom spread her pussy lips and felt the cum start.He didn't. Halfway through my fifth vodka tonic I found myself out on the dance floor, gyrating with a trio of girls who looked like they were freshmen in High School. I was drunk, hard and had my hands all over girls way too young for me and I was loving every minute of it. I felt the music guide my body as I ground my crotch into the ass of the redhead in the white dress in front of me. She was maybe fourteen years old, with pale skin, and a super short pixie haircut. She had small, pert tits and an.