She sucked with the same passion, only she wasn’t a girl. She was a woman. My mother. She loved my cock.I stared down at her, loving the sight of he... face, eyes closed as she moaned her delight in worshiping my dick. Her black hair rustled about her face while her cheeks hollowed. My balls twitched and throbbed.“Goddamn, this is great. Better than my fantasy! Hell, yes!”The pressure rose in my balls. That aching heat swelled and swelled. I would spurt so much spunk into her. I would just spurt. If you don't... love me," she said softly."I love you, Sammy," said Dave sincerely, if automatically.She stared back at him intently, as if trying to read his innermost thoughts. It was too much of a 'stimulus and response' type of answer for Sammy to feel totally comfortable."I know what we said when we started going out," Dave continued. "But, I've wished for a long time that we hadn't said those things. I've tried not to let it show, because I know how you feel about Bobby, and I didn't want. The girl that checked his baggage commented on how strong he was when he insisted that he carry his own bags into the stowage locker, while the woman taking his ticket pointed out with a certain wink in her eye that his was a One-Way ticket to Freedonia."Yes Freedonia will be my new home." Randy informed the blonde bombshell as she inspected his ticket, while he himself inspected her uniform which bore a nametag reading "Stephanie"."Welcome, sir" she replied, smiling coyly and licking her lips. Her hand kept rising and at last he could see the tiny red g-string that barely covered her mound. Her wrist now held the bunched material from the front of her dress against her trim belly, freeing up two of her fingers that delved into the top of the g-string and began foraging around behind the material. Deborah rummaged her fingers around under her G-string and then withdrew them. Her other hand again brought the glass to her lips and she gulped down the last of the wine. She placed the.