You love it me fucking your mouth don't you, i can't answer since your cock is fucking my mouth. and your not stopping to give me a chance, i feel t...e head getting larger and i know your about to shoot your load..... i got a bit faster and swirl my tongue around the head and you let out this loud MOAN. OHHHHH YEAAAAAA DON"T STOP BITCH KEEP GOING........ i do as i and told and swallow every drop you give me until you beg me to stop. than i look up at you and say good morning :). . There were just the three of us at home, Mother, sister and I, father had long disappeared. Mother worked in the fashion industry so back in the 1950s/60s/70s when there were still the classical fashions being worn daily, she was always immaculate.As I got older, I started to wear her clothes and then one day, my sister, who was supposed to be out, walked in and caught me dressed in a lovely tight skirt of mothers, tan stockings and black t-bar heels, laid back, wanking myself. I had somehow. " Good," she replied before unfastening her seatbelt, "because now it's your turn." Oh really?" he asked. He laughed and he seemed consumed with his anticipation. Her dainty fingers went to work on the black belt-buckle. The seatbelt that stretched across him partially covered the buckle and caused her to fumble a few times. Finally she had his shorts opened in a V-shape. Her hand reached in and pulled his erection through the slit in his boxers and she pointed it temptingly upward for her. Probing process. The picture Melissa is looking at was taken when I wasidentifying the most potent sight for complete, agonising, pain.?I look atthe daughter next to me, her mouth is a little open, lips swollen and wet andshe is panting, her eyes wide.I reachacross to her and run the tips of my fingers down her cheek,she turns suddenly, lowers her eyes, grabs at my hand and holds it tight in hershining latex covered fingers. I smile.She takesmy hand and presses it against her breast, her chair.