Come on!!!!Maine uski shirt utaari aur uske face ko apni taraf kiya. Hum paaglo ki trah ek doosre ke lips choosne lage maine uske saare badan ko choom...a shuru kar diya jab mai uske panty tak pahuncha to usne mere face ko apni choot me daba liya maine uski choot me muh maarna shuru kar diya uski awaaze aur tez ho gayi maine usko uthaya aur bedroom me le gaya uski panty utaari aur uski choot chaatne laga uski smell mujhe pagal kr rhi thi usne apni gaand hilaani shuru kar di mai uske upar chada. I sucked as hard as I could while gently moving up to the top. Like sucking on a too thin straw in a too thick milkshake. I stopped the suction and slowly dropped back down using my tongue to it's best effect. The groans were getting louder and he was getting tighter than a spring. His knuckles were turning white as he dug his fingernails into his palms.I just repeated this, loving every touch, every move. Sucking as if I was trying to pull his innards out through his cock, then lavishing. I told my son that he had the choice of either staying here with his dad or coming with me and he eagerly said he would go with me, well moving forward to the juicy stuff lol...we moved down south mid April and I got the new office open and everything was going well and we had finally settled into our new home and back to going nude around the house, my hours changed from night to days so that meant I would be home during the evenings and night (oh boy), everything was fine until I came home. 'Hey', he pleaded, 'come-on baby, pleaseeee', and I finally looked at him and told him to go away, that's when he pulled his wallet out, and started to flash a wad of notes.Problem was I was no prostitute, and I had no clue what cost what, especially as a girl, surely that must cost more, so yes, as you can see, I was getting comfortable with doing a sex thing for money.I went back to his car window and saw him start to jack himself, 'Stop that', I demanded, and he reluctantly did so, and I.